The Early Morning Blues of an Intoxicated Heart, After Drunk Sex.

I only allowed u inside of me cuz I'm broken,
I'm easy to break into.
Once u entered me. my heart temporarily became one,
& when u left it broke right back into pieces of two.

I'm trying not to make this shit too long,
there's just so much that's unspoken.
Suffocating myself In others as an escape is intoxicating,
but somehow I'm immune to the gasping for air, the choking.

The thoughts and fears of my past & my mistakes are so fucking loud,
forcing the quiet truth to become outspoken:
The only one who can fix the pieces of my heart,
is the one who left it stranded and broken.

That's why I felt so complete inside of u for that moment,
I didn't wanna break free from you,
I'm invisibly chained to your body
& baby I'm a slave for you.

I'm not sure I wanna do this again,
beacuse I'll become addicted to you,
which could be dangerous because a human,
is the worse thing anyone could ever become addicted to.

Cuz when my body begins to crave you,
you might not be there when I need you,
& the pieces of my heart will scatter this earth in search of you
& if it fails to find you ,
it'll be trapped by someone else who appears to be just like you.
And this broken hearted cycle will viciously continue.