Rx

You are my salvation.
You are my graceful rescue.
So simple.
And so strange.
You call me when times get tough.
You call me when lyfe's guud.
You're all around me.
You engulf my entire being.
Your words don't faze me.
You threaten like a child.
Empty threats.
I have seen your dark side.
I have seen your secrets.
I have felt your wrath.
I have felt your bliss.
Your Machiavellian traits and bitter taste.
I can crush you up.
I can spit you out.
But I don't want to.
I'd rather reap your rewards.
Or your consequences.
I've heard things about you.
Things I'd rather not repeat.
I've heard the stories.
I thought they were lies.
I thought you were ok.
I was naive.
Because you were a fable.
All you do.
All you did.
To me.
It wasn't true.
You had me convinced.
You can't help me.
You can't satisfy my needs.
You can only fuck me up.
You can spin my head round and round.
You can make me give up.
You can make me give in.
But you can't make me happy.
You made the lights bright.
You made my nights so full of life.
You asked me questions.
You gave me answers.
You tore me apart and put me back together.
I gave in.
To your temptation.
To your salvation.
And now it's gone.
Still at my fingertips.
Still on the tip of my tongue.
Too close to letting the monsters escape.
Too close to let me fall back.
I thank you for your sensations.
I thank you for your realizations.
I thank you for the moments of horror.
And thank you for the moments I'll never remember.
You are forever locked away in a silent box.
You are forever banished from my bruised soul.
Sooner or later, you know I'll come back.
To reap your consequences once again.
To forgive and forget.
So expect me someday.
I'll come be back for more.
Back for more bright lights and beautiful sounds.
Until then.