MY FEAR HAS HIS NAME

His body is methamphetamine that I got every day  
His lips were the perfect bait that I had to bite  
He has nullified my reason  
 
I used to be the butterfly that brought happiness to his days  
His refuge, his peace, his friend  
He always came to me with infinite thirst  
And he made me feel that everything was ok  
 
He knew how to put together every piece of my puzzle  
I try to paint a smile on my face and think about his eyes  
He is in my veins, now, how can I get him out of there?  
 
I dread to believe I was living a lie  
His silence is my judgment, do I deserve this?  
I looked through his eyes  
And now I can barely see who is he  
 
Why can't he see we both have the same way to love?  
The same way of living life?  
But… Was it real? I don´t want to think anymore I was a little trophy  
 
My fear is to never know the truth… Mon amour.  
 
Abramson