How much longer must I endure the misery that is you?

As many times as I try, nothing ever changes.

My nightmare intensifies as I continue to fall into the sleep that is you

You are my drug.

My worst addiction yet.

I don’t even know where to begin to break the cycle.

Love withdrawal.

Constantly I’m crying, short of breath, loss of appetite.

Either way I am suffering miserably.

Because either way your love is not here….

Do I suffer without you; can it be better that way?

In the case of the love drug…I believe I must leave you be.

Although now it does not become me, it does not fit my perfect picture,

I believe time will heal me – after my love withdrawal.