You Will Be The Death Of Me

I have always known that you were bad news but I just couldn't resist.  I was even warned a number of times that you were not good for me.
At every party that I went to, you were there.  From across the room, I could hear your silent call, daring me to come over.  Being the coward that I am, I always resisted.  A friend would want to introduce me to you but I always resisted and shied away...
Somehow things seemed to change.  I wanted to get to know you.  I don't know what it is with good girls and "bad boys".  We are just attracted to "bad boys" like moths to a light...
I convinced a friend to officially introduce us and I decided that I liked having you around.
I could not wait to see you and everytime that I saw you, my day seemed to brighten up.  I was enjoying your company.
I was happy.  You made me happy.
I wanted to be happy all the time.  I was tired of the darkness and sadness when you weren't there.  I wanted to be with you all the time.  Soon, I had you with me every single day.  Even if it was for a little while, you brightened up my day.
I was in bliss and I wanted that feeling to last me forever but why couldn't other people understand?  Why were they jealous of what I had with you?  They kept telling me that you were bad for me and I needed to get out before it was too late for me.  It was all lies.  They were lying to me.  I know that you would never hurt me... I did not need them.  It's my life, they must butt out.  This was between me and you...
It was me and you against the world.  Nothing anyone could say would ever change that... You were all that I needed...
I needed more of you and you kept making me happy.  You and I had become One.  You were everywhere with me...
Life became darker and nothing you did could make me any happier.  You were just there but you had no effect on me any more.  The more I needed you, the harsher you became with me.  The bruises and scars you left on my body and the memor lapses that left me confused and alone scared me.
I needed help but you wouldn't allow me to get helped.  You silenced my cries for help.  I was dying slowly and painfully.  Your poison creeping through my body, killing everything it came across.
I needed to get away from you.  You would not let me.  I was your prisoner.  Yet I loved you still.
I knew you were bad for me but I still needed you.
I can't let go knowing that you will be the death of me...
I don't want to die yet, I'm still too young but I don't want to lose you...
You are my addiction...

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