To love a drug addict is to love drugs in itself.
To see the highs... the lows...
always a different character but none of them are you.
A bud that tossed its seed into barren soil.
Shrouded in clouds made of chemicals you can't even name.
Always living on one side of your duality and my role
has always been to bear witness.
We love each other but visions of us as lovers
are now ****** into the void because to love a drug addict
is to love the very thing that controls you.
There is no room for anything else to reign.
Your chains outweigh your strength.
And so you sit, seething and craving
for the next hit.
Or should I say, **** dose...
what you like to call it.
To love a drug addict is to accept
your names...
and all they represent.
But I hate.
I hate your hang overs
and you're need for speed.
I hate it because its killing you physically
as it kills me emotionally.
I hate you're demon that stops you from being
half the man you could be.
And so this is why we never graduated past lovers.
This is why you never became a rock star.
Garage bands unable to house you in
because you're too busy getting wasted
while they play music.
You **** up your notes and your tuning.
Your energy ******* up the melody
because you have to stuff your face,
with things to make you forget your face.
I see empty.
This is why we'll never work out.
We drew our lines, made our circles and put things in them.
You chose to surround yourself with drugs that make it so hard to love you.
Because I hate them.
Because they hate you.