When I was sad
I asked you to hold my water
and as I emptied the glass into your hands
you began to cry
seeing me with the empty glass
the tears falling
into your open hands
you created a lake between the seams of your fingers
nourishing it with your own
and when I finally held my glass out again
when I had the strength to carry it
I asked why you were crying
you told me
"I merely hoped my tears were enough to make you see the glass a little more towards half full"

and that's when I knew I didn't deserve you

I am drawn to what destroys me

You are the smoke in my lungs,
the alcohol in my bloodstream,
a drug injected in my vein

You don't know what love is,
yet you consume mine like a parasite

(You overwash your hands
lather, rinse, repeat
You **** the goodness from my heart
love me, hate me, leave me,
repeat)