He’s Just Like Poison

He’s definitely my poison, I don’t want him but I do.

I feel strong now, like I’m fresh out of rehab.

No more injections, no more, no more, no more.

I don’t want him but I do.

No texts, no calls, no visits, or I may be reminded of how good he felt.

He’s just like poison.  He’s no good for me, but he is, I don’t want him, but I do.

No more injections, just 1 more, no more kisses, just 1 more.

Don’t call me, please don’t go.  Do you love me, wait I don’t want to know.

I have to let go, I have to move on, I have to stand alone.

He’s no good for me.  Just like poison injecting himself in me with every hug and every kiss.

Every look and every grab and every pull and every grasp.

I can’t see him.  He’s just like poison.

I don’t want him but I do.

I have to let him go.  He’s getting me too weak.  I can’t need him.  No.  I have to let him go.

He’s just like poison.  I don’t want him but I do.

But I must let him go.

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