Addicted
The only thing worse
Than the slow death I'm dying
Is the fact that I'm lying
When I say you aren't killing me.
I need to see you,
Not just know you're there.
I need to hear it,
Not just know it exists.
Do you love me?
Can you?
I may never know for certain,
So, until the final curtain
Is drawn on my life
I will live with this frustration and strife.
I will doubt you until you give me reason not to.
Your reluctance betrays you,
As does your frivolity.
But I won't remove the dagger from my heart;
Instead, I'll help you drive it deeper
And watch myself die.
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