We all want things
That we don’t need.
Words that burned our chests
Sweet sugar compliments that we smoked greedily
Fueling our validations of our selves
For a peace of mind.
We all have our vices.
Fresh air is a thrill for some
But I was ready to bathe in the polluted half truths
We swore were glasses filled to the brim.
A heavy night of drinking,
Ice cubes to sooth the burns in our chests
From the knives we dragged through each other’s skin
To prove who had more heart.
You are an addiction
That my sweet tooth cannot resist.