The real drug for me is you.
I'm withdrawing from you
To the point where
I don't eat.
I don't sleep.
I just simply exist,
Waiting
Hoping with all my heart
To be able to just taste the bittersweet addiction one more time.
YOU ARE READING
The Diary of Her
Poetry"I let her go because I knew she could do better. And now she's gone. I wonder if I should've just been better."
