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Inter-Personally Indifferent
No matter what I do or what I try
She’s only happy when she’s
High.
It’s always too much and it’s never
Enough.
She can’t ever seem to get it right
She’s desperate for company, it
Doesn’t matter if it’s mine. I’m
Just here until she’s ready to say
Goodbye.
No need, without me she’s fine
As long as she’s high, she’s
Satisfied.
But when it crashes, I’ll hear my phone
She’ll be begging me to, “Come back
Home.”
She’s only happy when she’s
High.
It’s always too much and it’s never
Enough.
She can’t ever seem to get it right
She’s desperate for company, it
Doesn’t matter if it’s mine. I’m
Just here until she’s ready to say
Goodbye.
No need, without me she’s fine
As long as she’s high, she’s
Satisfied.
But when it crashes, I’ll hear my phone
She’ll be begging me to, “Come back
Home.”
Published 4th Feb 2013
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4th Feb 2013 5:40pm
This brought me back to years no so long passed. I can relate to the character you penned about. Which is rather horrible for me to admit to. I can't say though I was ever fuly satisfied even when I was high always needed more of something. Much enjoyed the read.
