Nov 2018
We were so much and then nothing,
We talked like strangers,
And then not at all.
You were gone and the drugs were there,
Powders, pops and smokes,
Numb the pain and the world.
You messaged me again,
Now we are something
But who knows what.
I'd rather have the drugs,
Than this talking,
Avoiding everything.
Why do you torture me?
With all this sweet talk
No answer about us.
We talked like strangers,
And then not at all.
You were gone and the drugs were there,
Powders, pops and smokes,
Numb the pain and the world.
You messaged me again,
Now we are something
But who knows what.
I'd rather have the drugs,
Than this talking,
Avoiding everything.
Why do you torture me?
With all this sweet talk
No answer about us.
All these sweet talks, the mug you sent me, and everything else. Why do you do it? When it tortures me so much, why do you avoid a real answer about us.
