I waved to you yesterday
How did I mess up?
Since you scowled and you left me to rot
In this poisoned pot of grain
I'm watching you leave in the pouring rain
And we keep laughing anyway
You hurt me and stabbed me in the back
I act like I want payback
I just want you to take me inside
The eyes on my back are you
Leaving me estranged, insane
You aren't sane
But I'm addicted to you calling my name
Everything we've been through
Somehow turns back to a lie
My addiction to your toxic fumes
Is keeping me alive
How am I still high?
The breaking of this looms
Its shadow looks like you
Your fire consumes the exits
I should try to douse the flames
Instead, I step inside
The fire, your head, everything that exists
God, how are we still alright?
I'm addicted to this rise
The everlasting high
You take all the time you need
And leave none of it for me
I'm chasing fairies in the sky
I am the caged bird, but I do not cry
I burn with you like we are two
Because I could never be one again
The loss of you would be a crack in the surface
Soon I would be gasping for air
Support you don't provide feeds the pain
I know you don't care
This broken addiction reeks of despair
Fumes snake from the dust
Us, us, us
You
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toxins / poetry
Poetry[all my friends are toxic] [but so am I] A white shelf. Rows of blank medicine bottles. You pick one off the shelf and drop it into your basket. Red. Your basket is red. The bottle falls with the sound of rain pound...
