We've been apart over a month
And I miss you, baby
Your sweet promises--
Lies--
As we whispered in the dark
I remember just how we met
Casually, though there was a spark
You pretended to be as innocent
As I didn't know I was
You had a Repuation
But I didn't care
It made you more appealing
To a boring girl who wanted more
(You gave me more, all right:
More misery
More pain
Than I'd ever known before)
You were dangerous
And I wanted danger
You were deep
And I thought you'd make me deeper
Just deeper in lies, now
And I want to run to you
Embrace you and tell you
To never leave again
Like I've done so many times
It's killing me to stay away
But you'll kill me if I don't
And so, my sweet addiction...
Goodbye.
Author notes
This one's a crappy metaphor for my relationship with bulimia.
This is what you get when you mix insomnia with a need to write. I realize that I really, REALLY need to tidy this up a little, but that'll happen when it's not six thirty AM.
First impressions?
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aww u dont need her....u were doing so well....just stay strong...=)
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Thank you. I'm working on it...
Thirty-two days and still strong.
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