You were my drug.
Everyone told me to stop, but I tried every thing to convince them you were good.

I knew what I felt was only a high, but you became the only taste I felt comfort in.

You destroyed me, but I wanted you.

You were my drug.
No matter how bitter you were, how sour, how vile you were towards me, I craved you.

I began reaching for anything to smoke just to burn your name into my throat, so I could at least feel you for a moment.

I drank until my heart and my mind became Romeo and Juliet.
You know what happened.

You know it ends.