Words form but they make no sound. Their shapes bump into one another, just when I'm about to understand. They change. They become a part of the rest. Cluttering up my mind.
You came into my life.
And like a tornado you were brutal and forceful.
Your words sweeter than any other poison. I let you in despite the feeling in my gut, telling me to run away. You changed me. I became someone else. A person I don't understand.
I saw myself fall apart.
And just like that I was nothing but broken pieces of a person.
Foolishly I let you back whenever you decided to return. You were the only remedy holding the pieces together, and yet apart. You continued to disappear. The lies became longer. Revealing a truth. A truth I didn't want to believe.
Now your poison is a part of me.
And with the poison came the addiction with no quick fix.
You were the one who called the shots. You decided when I would get my sweet poison, the satisfaction that slowly killed. I no longer am. I am a ghost of a person whom used to be. A hollow shadow. A shadow that follows your twisted love to survive. A love that was never real.