addict sleeping

after you dumped me for a week i didn't eat.
for the sad unrealistic hope my emptyness would fulfill you. you'd find solace in my starvation. that the universe would notify you of my skeleton shrinking in my bed, shivering from fever and a heart severed open. desperate. alone. and fragile. paper thin and dying. i wanted to show you, as the acid ravished my insides, my eyes hallowed into my skull, models don't starve as well as i do. i wanted you to see what you did to me. finger my wooden bones and frown. i wanted to see what was waiting for you as you shoved  another vile up your nose.
but the truth is.
i'd never touch your demeralatic drugs. i'd never cave into that depression.
because you are my heroin.
flooding my blood.
ripping my nerves to pieces.
and i am an addict. sitting by your breathing form, counting the ways you've wronged me. and wanting more.