Sunday, June 26, 2011

It's OK

You were my drug of choice,
You brought me my highest highs
Without you I’d hit my lowest lows
I fought so hard to keep you-
to keep up with my habit of your toxic injection,
that I failed to see the harm you caused.
I convinced myself I’d be happier just eating the crumbs off your table,
than if I was well treated or taken care of by anyone else
It took five years of lying to you, myself, and the world to finally hit rock bottom
Five years of blissful torture to finally have the courage to want to give you up
Five years to finally ask you for something
All I wanted after five years were four one-syllable words
And you finally gave me one thing I requested
For some reason after five years “I. don’t. like. you.” set me free
It was my tender mercy from the heavens
telling me it’s ok to let you go
It’s finally ok to fly free
And I’m taking that chance to soar
I’ve forgotten what freedom felt like
and I’m gliding through clouds
Funny enough, I never felt I've flown so high
Than on the night I finally told you goodbye

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