The Story

I was addicted to the pain.
Though there wasn't a thing to gain.
She had me wrapped around her finger.
Waiting for me to linger
A little longer, she said.
Soon I will be your only friend.
The sad truth, it happened.
And soon I no longer cared.
I didn't seek for the other opinion.
Hers was the only one that mattered.
Along the way, I fell and shattered.
I was torn and frail as a flower.
Without any April showers.
May never came for me.
Once I realized I never needed her.
It was too late for for a rescuer.
I was too deep under her spell.
And that's the only story I have left to tell.