u were supposed to be my medicine. the hero in this fairytale. someone that brings me back to reality. kinda the opposite effect. u brought dread with u, the purple goop that seeped thru my phone. it was heavy and seemed to swallow me. u were a push and pull. u got bored with people easily. but i kept coming back for more. u were a sweet bitter taste. kicks u in the stomach, but addicting. i miss the old you. i tried so hard but u just drifted away from my grasp so quickly. we met on the eighth, and walked away on the twenty fifth. i love you. i always will.