It isn't me

You're the poison I take each night, that bottle on my nightstand,

Keeping me up I take it religiously, 

A strange cult that I have suddenly become a part of

It's your eyes i worship, you mouth I want all over me

A one word text is all I want, it;s all I need

just a word to tell me you're still there

but you're with her now, a prettier model, you upgraded

I would bend over backwards just to see you

to continue being that dark little secret

I know it's wrong, I know it's sick

So each night I take a sip and descend deeper into madness

over you, over myself, over never being enough for anyone

Reviews

[Antoñyo]

Whoa, this is powerful writing and the need felt here is astounding.
" You're the poison I take each night, that bottle on my nightstand," How alluring is that? I'm captured from this point, on...

Thanks for the share

[Forest Green]

Luscious addiction it seems.

Well written...potent.

[Delilah]

Why thank you for reading and the review :)