She lit my soul and inhaled deeply
Flicking my ashes occasionally.

I think to myself:
I don't want to survive this one
I want to burn up in the wreckage

I see walking bombs on the street
Hearts not beating, but ticking

I'd rather be a bitch than a doormat.

This was worse than a coke binge. Worse than black tar or the thrill of E. This was the devil himself snaking his way inside of my heart and bending me to his will. This was addiction, quickly morphing into obsession. And somewhere in the clouded fog that was my brain, I knew this was a game I was going to lose.

He kissed my tears away and whispered sweet words into my ears. Words that he was too afraid to say out loud. He told me I was beautiful. That I was perfect in every way. And that, unconditionally, I was his.