Old poems about Bobby

I am sorry that you need saving 
I want to help 
But helping you would be losing me 
The more I care for you the less I care for myself 
I can't lose myself anymore 
I am trying to get rid of you 
Nor get sucked into your addiction 
I feel bad for leaving as Quickly as I did 
Because you needed me 
But I needed myself more

I forgot what it felt like to be loved by myself 
Your hands healed my body but damaged my soul 
You took control over my mind and emotions
And it's time to take the control back into my hands 


Your name is stuck under my skin like dirty under my fingernails
Your laugh is on repeat like the records we danced too
Your eyes are stuck in the back of my head like old memories 
You were my everything 
Now we are strangers