Dependency
Before – when you were here,
I complained. Thoughtlessly.
I had no complaints – I was miserable.
Brushing the depths to see your reflection,
I have no interest.
My reflection is on the surface, I see no smile –
A drug? To make you see yourself –
They call it what?
Say it –
Before – when you were here,
Love fell around in mud caused by tears,
Not mine, though, yours, my creation I suppose.
Your drug tells you of life – and you grow?
Now you’re strong? Now you see yourself in the reflection,
Unfortunately I’m gone.
I have no interest –
I’m the damned one. I saw another point of view.
Before – when you were here,
I complained. Thoughtlessly.
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