I
still hear
voices
but now
we all get along.

i wish
i was warned about you before i let you become the
centre
of my universe.
a warning label would have been useful,
like one on objects with small parts that young children put in their mouths.
then again,
you'd only earn one of those labels until i choked to death on you.
i'm pretty **** close.

there is
no such thing
as a good addiction.