I used to make you feel like a terrible person,
For choking on the marijuana smoke,
Knowing that your lungs would slowly worsen,
The smoke fog covering you like a cloak,
Now I am aware that I had a worse addiction,
I was addicted to the love you gave me,
Which was perfectly fine, but the real affliction,
Was that I didn't love you, you weren't my baby,
I thought I loved you, but I was just attached,
I didn't understand or accept you,
For eight months, it was the longest crash,
Cause not once did I truly respect you,
I wouldn't let you,
Hang out with friends,
Trying to protect you,
Which was wrong,
Except you,
Smoked your ****,
And got high,
With some guys,
And kinda,
Just let 'em slip,
Into your ******,
I deserved it, but *****,
You should've broke up with me first,
Should've just ended that eight month curse,
Or maybe at any point communicated,
Since I sincerely thought I was educated,
Regarding relationships,
But you never threw a single fit,
When I objectified you,
I never lied to you,
That was your bad habit,
But the reason why we split,
Really wasn't that elaborate,
I'm happier now,
And I hope you are too,
Now that you lived through me,
I see through a new view,
A healthier one,
One of respect,
Optimistic thinking,
Not thinking of you less.