I think I got addicted to the way you looked at me;
  like I was your most prized possession
I was entranced by the way your lips felt against mine,
  it is a taste I often crave
sometimes, I savor the tears that streak down my face...
  they remind me of how it felt to be held by you

It has not been easy;
   there are days when I feel like the aching of my heart will grow so loud
   it will swallow me whole
     but there are days when the hurt subsides, and I can finally think
     clearly again

I know you aren't good for me,
but ever since the day you left I have not stopped longing for your presence
                       *I guess I am still learning how to let you go