That is what you are to me now.
Which I can’t even bear to think about.
A room with a view and your arms,
Are things I need to forget.
Crippled by love,
You used me time after time.
Can’t stop this sinking feeling,
As memories pour through me.
You’re sick in the head,
A mind of deceit and narcissism.
Clutching at thoughts of you,
Before I am strong enough to shut the door.
Don’t change your mind,
As I can’t drown in this again.