All the pretty things that we could be

All the pretty things that we could be
I don’t want to think about them any longer
Please, make it stop..

I’m trying to dry out
Making a severe detoxification
And there it is:
Your meaningless, little ‘hello’

One single drop touches the tip of my tongue
And the wonderful taste spreads,
ressurects each cell of my body.
And I’m addicted again.

These words will break me,
but you have to hear them.

Stop contacting me.
Never write me again
Never call me again
Never wave at me again –
Just walk on by.

I love you.
Make it stop.

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