My mom always told me that love should never be your choice of drug. On the contrary, it was the cure to every wound and disease youād ever received.
And you, I mistook you for cough syrup when you were simply another dose of heroine.
You and I started off so well. You made me forget about the one before, the one guy who meant everything, who stood for something, who left me with nothing. So, I kept at it, one kiss after another, one hit after another until everything was so skewed that I looked at you and saw another face. It was love, I told myself. It was love.
You were helping me get along. When that boy left me, I was choking on air, wondering when I was going to be put out of my misery. I couldnāt fucking breathe. So when I had you, so sweet, so soothing, everything seemed perfect. I was finally moving on, or so I thought.
Then, he came back along, looking at me, searching for the person I was before, but she was gone. He figured that out first. I was still in denial, believing who I was, was who he loved. As soon as he came back, he left. Again. With only one excuse: you.
He said he couldnāt save me, but he didnāt try either. He said he couldnāt even love me anymore, and he couldnāt try that. I tried blaming you, blaming him, but I had to blame myself. I chose you.
It was then I realized I didnāt feel better, I just felt nothing, and I didnāt love him, he just loved me. Still, I wouldnāt take it away for the world. You showed me that even the sky has to cry and stars have to die. You showed me that perfect didnāt exist and love didnāt start with a kiss.
You taught me so much, and I will never forget you, the wrong one who came at the right time.
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