moonwriting

Overmedicated

You found me when I was falling infinitely

Gave me an out away from reality

Your poison giving me a new distraction 

The warmth of your lies granted my naive satisfaction

Then you became the thing I wanted to think the least of

I miss the pleasure you replaced my pain with

But eventually I asked if you love me, you pleaded the fifth

My bottle of you echos empty

No longer eligible for a refill

Withdrawals are real