My Bad Habit
My bad habit
It's funny isn't it? How hard old habits seem to die.
I ruined myself
Left myself for her
Filled her will all the love I ever had, drowned her in it
But all she really did was soak it up and pour it down the sink
It was all-worthless wasn’t it
I had a bad habit
I gave her all I could
She took it, walked away with it, crushing it underneath her footstep.
What had I done wrong? I would ask myself
Was I not giving her enough?
What else could I do, I would ask.
Leave yourself she said, be with me, be a part of me.
That’s what I did
I no longer know where I am, who I am
I live in her, she took everything I had
My happiness
My smile
My soul
She was my bad habit
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