you loved me first...
the shift was so complete this time it knocked all my senses out of line. when, where have you been all my life? turns into where have been all night? bloodshot eyes betray all your lies and I still can’t decide which is worse when you actually tried to put me first, but just couldn’t seem to follow through... or when you just quit even trying, saying I deserve more than you can do. You used to love me... couldn’t get enough and somehow everything I can give. would give, have given... just doesn’t compare to a substance that just keeps stealing from you. Each time, leaving you with less and less... leaving you looking such a mess... It a few moments of pleasure, but a lifetime of distress. I saw you the other day. You were trying to walk but could only manage a sway. I remembered how once you looked into my eyes. And I held in my breath as you promised the moon. I used to step lightly, but I now drag my feet, passing you ask for a dollar with and the echo of, “ill see you soon...”
















