What needs fir addiction,
is the need to be addicted,
What matters most in love,
is the need to deal with the pain that comes after,

I see her in my hallway,
holding hands with another shadow,
I hear her laughing,
with such effect that tremble my knees,

I wish to abuse the time I have left,
I think I'm doing a damn good job of it,
I know it is wrong,
But as long as she continues her fun I'm fine,

Her substitute comes,
I opened back the door to let her in,
She tries her best to make me smile again,
I put my hand to wipe her tear and say no thanks.

left;
1:06 AM