Love Junkie

I ween myself

Off you
The ignorant dealer
Feeding my habit
It's pathetic

A month now
Barely a word
Spoken aloud

And still

I see you
Walking around

Do I feel proud?

No.
Just empty

Feel my head
Going down

You're not even phased

That I'm shutting you out.

No idea

You hold so much sway
In the movement of life

I just have to wait

Ride out the waves
Of hate
For myself
And the unbearable weight

The right thing

Hardest to do

Breaking away