Let Me Be Your Drug, Darling

Darling,
what have you done?
I have no right to,
but,
I wish you got high less.
You took a gamble with the guy I loved,
sending him round the roulette wheel,
ribs and pretty face,
broken by the blades of your bad habits,
while I sit on your steps,
smoking all your cigarettes,
singing sad songs to the moon.

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Darling,
just out of the way,
where I can pretend,
that I can’t see you unravelling,
revealing all the ways I wounded you,
before running away,
to pour alcohol and anxiety into my own war trophies,
won in battles,
that I lost,
far before our time.

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Darling,
I wish I could drink less,
and ignore you more,
but when I am narcotic,
I am nostalgic for you.
My disgruntled daddy,
Blake, Sid, Clyde, Romeo,
I am a glamorous groupie,
criminal chanteuse,
dying to die with you,
because living apart feels too hard.

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Darling,
when the morning comes,
my ballads replaced by birds,
who believe in the sunrise,
I hope you’ll be alive,
to understand,
that I am overstating my intentions,
and affections.
When I loved you,
I was just a girl.
I don’t know how to love you
like a grown up,
yet.



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