"I sat half-dressed on his bed, as he laid on the floor body shaking from withdrawal. He wasn’t addicted to pills, what you find in little baggies, or booze. No; he was addicted to me. He’d whispered in my ear once, professing his love, and my body coiled up like a cobra. My teeth began to leak venom, and my mind turned dark. He made one wrong move, and I sunk my poison into his veins. He mainlined me straight to his heart. He’s addicted to me now, but I’m leaving him tonight."
"I was on fire
and you used me
to light your cigarette"
"Something else is hurting you – that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think."
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