People say you’re not a drug
People say you’re not bad for me
He’ll be easy to quit
Easy to forget
Easy to give up
There are more painful experiences people go through
I’ve been told; though don’t believe it
They have clearly never battled
The demon that lives within you
Within us
Your devil comes out to play
Multiple times a day
We dance a dance
A tango of sorts
You drew me in
And as a thank you
I draw the first puff
We both know it won’t be the last
Who are we kidding?
We danced this dance
Many times a day
And finally after
Six years of dancing
And playing your game
I called it
I called GAME OVER!
I didn’t even give you time
To digest the information
I turned the other cheek
I put up a front
You can’t see my pain
Pain?
What pain?
I miss dancing your dance
Playing your games
Giving a breath back to you
As a thank you
For luring me in
I miss you, but this relationship needed to end
This will get easier
For us both
I hope…
 bittersweet irish coffee · Sun Mar 07, 2010 @ 01:19am · 3 Comments |
