I cut you out of my life about one year back–
It seemed to be best for me.
I saw what you did to my friend in high school.
You and her–it wasn’t healthy…
She looked your way every morning before class–
You were the reason she was awake.
Slowly but surely, she realized she had a problem
and left you behind for her sake.
But you always had a way of sticking around,
keeping her from being free.
Her hands would shake, her focus would break–
you feed off of others’ need.
You’re sick and you’re cruel–an addiction to fear–
My relapse disgusts me so.
My eyes and my lips shamefully drink you up–
giving me a warmth that chills me to the bone.
