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.