I needed you.
I always have, even though I've shone,
The spotlight onto me from beneath;
Taller, stronger and better.
In this world of toxins and toxicity, You were mine.
I've walked the razor blade for as long as I've remembered,
Horrified, astounded, pleased even to see my blood flow towards your edge.
I was edgy, craving for the very addiction ,
I wiped off my hardened exterior.
Arranged my face to be nauseated,
By what You and I,
Couldn't or wouldn't have.
I was mine and my heart was yours.
And I kept it, knowing not,
How to share, what wasn't mine,
Between you and myself.
I demanded mortgage for a heart you hadn't leased;
I seeked validation, love, and promptly recived
All of it, Or it's shadow. Conditionally,
As I dabbled and hallucinated; Inwardly.