something worth fighting for.

i'd love to say i'm not addicted, but we both know that i am. i'm addicted to it all; pixie dust and artificial happiness rule my world.

a few lines to numb this ache in my chest; get rid of the emptiness. or maybe if i inject this artificial happiness into my veins it will take over. puff on contentment and pass it along. try to forget all that i've done wrong. splitting skin open to drain the bad from within. allowing the blood to flow like like wine, crimson and bittersweet, just to feel that sweet release. && i love it; but i love you.

i'm addicted to your candy coated kisses, and you're the only high i need. i'd give it all up for you.

&& maybe all i ever really needed was something worth fighting for.

Author notes

I wrote this for my English class, with the instructions to "just write, don't think." I haven't edited it, and I'm not sure if I want to yet.

&& the "flow like wine, crimson and bittersweet" I think I read in a book, and it's just been stuck in my head ever since. so it just kinda got thrown in there.

But yeah, honestly, please?