you are poison,
but i can't get away from you,
so I am slowly dying,
my addiction pulling me
into the ocean
(no it's not the ocean,
it's my grave,
but you don't even
care to know the difference.)
I want to tattoo your skin
with the color of my eyes
(you always insist I
get colored contacts,
because no one likes a girl
who's eyes match the
sky.)
and the logo of my favorite
band.
(the band that
held me while I cried
about you
and the way you hated me
and the way I would ****
to kiss you.)
you are poison and
I am addicted.
I can't stop
you from slowly killing me,
just promise me you won't come
to my funeral.