was like striking a knife in my thigh.
But having you in my life
was like pulling it out.
You made poison
become my oxygen.
So much so, that the more I inhaled,
the more my lungs began to fail on me.
I really wish that I saved myself
before attempting to save you.
If I did,
there would be one lost soul instead of two.
I didn't see that before
but now that I am found, I can.
I will never say that you were like a drug to me.
Drugs numb the pain
that lived in you,
while you only made the pain exist.
I could have quit you at anytime
but you, begged me