It's alright if you fall in love with a girl
Who has a rather grotesque addiction.
But keep in mind that she will want it
When you ask her to give it away
And that she will,
At times,
Choose it over you.

Because it has been around longer than your suitcase
Which she expects to be moved any day now
Like all of the others who have seen
How the disease spreads over her like an ocean
But this one is blood red and there is no
Ridding her skin for there are too many stains
And not enough soap or love in the world
To clear them off of her
But she's just hoping that enough
***** and cigarettes and *** will make them fade.
She will push you away when she craves it
She will not be able to stop and you should know
It is never your fault.
She's just addicted.

Do you remember that girl you fell for in middle school?
How she smiled and laughed and kept your attention?
Do you remember how she left you?
And all you wanted was to have her back?
That is her addiction.
It is so purely sweet and blissful to her.

A warning to the one who shall fall.
It will haunt your dreams.
You'll become addicted to her like she
Is to what keeps her sane.
You will want her to stop.
You will want her to see and find something better.

You won't be the first.
She already has your suitcase packed.