there's a pretty hole within me there's candy, sweets inside on edges made of sugar crystals shards and sharp corners hide there's a rotting hole within me it's dark and growing wide it smells like cherry filling the air can get you high dependency like poison a cold and gaping need can be strangely alluring it plays cruel tricks on me say darling, don't you love me? say baby, you're my need say please don't look too close, dear screaming please, love, don't you leave
this is convoluted as hell but basically, i often find intense joy and warmth and safety in my dependent habits until I am no longer able to indulge them and then I'm LOST AS HELL and also remember that needing someone that way isn't healthy