Opiate

opiate

a muted addiction with tragedy tailing it.

there's just something about being in the purgatory between love and hate. it's defacing me and what i stood for, yet i find myself wanting to grovel. in all means desperate, could you forgive me for upsetting you? there's no guilt nor shame, yet; my fingers still tremble when i see your name. i hate you like a vice. you are nothing more than a parasite, yet i can't get enough of how you shape me into an addict.

promise to never keep me sober, and i promise we won't ever part. i know you have nowhere else to run to. walk with me instead. nobody gives a damn about you and your tender heart as much as i do.

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