My Heart's Narcotic
After the third or fourth break
your return slowly sickened me.
I knew you weren't the answer
but the past's relentless achings
told me otherwise.
I was young and love was
complicated.
How many time would we
hurt each other before it would end?
Then you'd come back, oh so sweet,
my heart's narcotic.
I needed nothing more
with you around.
And when I
left you in the end,
our very end,
the pain couldn't be dulled.
For you made me crave you.
I thought I needed
your love to have love at all.
There are times when
I yearn for you.
But then I remind myself,
the side effects are far more
brutal than the love I got
from my heart's narcotic.
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