Loving an addict is like living in a haunted house
It isn't always scary, but when it is, it is terrifying
It is shake you in your bones, haunt you to your core ~ terrifying
Little things lead up to the big scares
A bump in the night
(of *******
A spilled elixer on the floor
(of straight *****
A crushed up relic scattered along the floor tiles
(of Oxycontin pill bottles)
And you try to pretend it isn't happening
And you tell everyone you can't see the ghosts
And you ignore the loud noises and the sudden screams in the night
After all, this is your home and he is your heart
And now your heart is haunted
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 4:13 PM UTC
Loving an addict is like living in a haunted house
It isn't always scary, but when it is, it is terrifying
It is shake you in your bones, haunt you to your core ~ terrifying
Little things lead up to the big scares
A bump in the night
(of *******
A spilled elixer on the floor
(of straight *****
A crushed up relic scattered along the floor tiles
(of Oxycontin pill bottles)
And you try to pretend it isn't happening
And you tell everyone you can't see the ghosts
And you ignore the loud noises and the sudden screams in the night
After all, this is your home and he is your heart
And now your heart is haunted
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