Sunday, June 11, 2006

broken promises? more like broken lies...

i don't know if i'd rather have you break a promise or break a leg. or maybe break a leg because you fell for me so hard. i'm going to try to break my addiction to you because i came too close to overdosing today. the tremors are starting. i haven't had a dose in over an hour. i'm going to make it through this time. you can tell this addiction i've got it figured out.

who am i kidding? it always starts like this... but before hour 2 is up i'm begging for another dose. just a drop. anything to get me through. i guess i'm not as strong as i thought i was. or maybe i just don't want to be? this addiction gives me a reason, hope, breath.

i'm out of words. but i know you're full of them. i wish words meant actions, even if just for tonight. maybe i'd get a mouthful. until then... i'm holding onto your words.

[x.double0.x]
you're no Hemingway, but i'm lost inside your story.

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