all writing these poems about you ever did was keep us alive when we should’ve been dead.
Your words always left a bad taste in my mouth;
I knew they’d gone bad before they came out
“friends don’t kiss” , you said while you’re leaving
well, friends don’t fuck either and who do we think we are kidding?
i see my father more now that he’s dead than i ever did while he was alive
Maybe our delusions and toxic traits just matched up perfectly; just blame it on chemistry ‘
the narcissist and the codependent – fitting together like each others missing puzzle piece, how sweet.
you tell me if you can live with someone who battles addiction and come out of it un-scarred. addiction is a battle we all fight in; nobody wins this war.
You taught me how to survive.
So I could teach them how to dream.