Addicted

My lips tremble thinking about what you said last night.

   I close my eyes and dreamed of a place you couldn't make me cry.

   But your always in my dreams, Bitting, fighting to be seen.

   I don't want to see you, but you make it some how and torture me my soul cries at 
   night to survive.

   I didn't want this to be how it is. You made me laugh occassionally so that's what 
   love is?

   I cuddled, you screamed some how love is far away from what you said it was.

   I soaked in the bathtub for hours and still I can smell you on me.

   Don't you know how that feels crying I walked out on the porch.

   You made me feel so helpless and down and now that your gone I crave for your blood.

   I want you I need you, no one else beats me like you.

   But then again I guess i'm just addicted to lies and abuse you wanted me to like it 
   didn't you?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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