that's your heart, too crowded;
the poetry I felt, now is fainted.
the words of you, how they were heartfelt,
now I feel the gloom, all around me, surrounded.
the best of you would give the worst of you, it did.
the addiction could have hurt, and I let it.
remember how I liked showing the grey side of me,
now it's something I did, yet feels truly taunted.
I hate your poetry now because I loved it.
S