Oh So, Bittersweet
Like drugs, you know they’re bad for you but you can’t get enough of them. Like cigarettes, they stain you. Your hair losses its softness as you begin to lose your smell. Soon enough you’re a walking ashtray. Like Love, it’s so bittersweet it’s indescribable. The pain you go through for that one person is unforgettable but you kept telling yourself, it’s worth it because even through you know it hurts you’re addicted to them, no matter how much it hurts. Like I am every day; ever since I met him at the bar a year ago.