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Confessions Of A Love Addict
I
 Want 
 To get high
 Off 
 Of your love
 And never come back down again
 But when I came back for one more hit you refused
 So
  To keep afloat I looked for you 
 I looked for you underneath the over turned barstools
 I 
 Tasted for you as I through back four fingers of whiskey
 Letting it burn all the way down
 I 
 Snorted through powdery mountains in vain for your kisses
 Paid for a night in-between the sheets just so I could pretend it was you 
 Touching me
 With each groan I called you to me
 But your ears were immune to my wails
 With every passing day I faded
 So I replaced your kisses with that of a knife’s
 Each ribbon of blood evoked a river of pain
 Pain that reminded me that I’m still alive
 I 
 Raised my fist and tried to pound your love out of my victims 
 But all I got in return were gashed knuckles
 In desperation I ripped out my heart and offered it to you
 But you just let it burn over the fire of your hatefulness
 I shouted that I needed you
 That I needed you to bless me with your breaths to fill my lungs
 BUT
 YOU TURNED 
 YOUR BACK TO ME!
 You don’t understand
 Without your high
 I am forced to swallow the shards of reality
 They will slowly dissect me
 Cutting me up
 Piece
 By piece
 By piece
 Till my blood marinates this earth’s floor
 You ran from me
 But Ill keep looking for you
 Next time ill check for you 
 In the bottles of pills 
 That whisper to me in my dreams

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