you are the fluid inside of me.
I am waiting to finish crying you out…
I am hoping the open wound will heal and I can finally finish bleeding you out..
I am running as fast as I can, so I can sweat you out.
Your drink is poison to my veins, acid to my muscles, and a flashflood to my brain.
Your liquid is like a hallucinogen, it drives me insane.
I need you all the way out, and the only way out is to not need you.
I need that Gatorade fix, that replenish my fluids, drown you out, shit.
I need a transfusion, dont want a single trace of you inside me,
I need a cure for my tear ducts, to allow them to see you were just an illusion.
You are the fluid in me, and when I release you, I will finally be free.
“Falling for you is the hardest thing to forget how to do”
people say that time heals all…………….
so why’s it getting worse?
Trying to find the words to say…