Past Recollection

Maybe if I took off all of my clothes you would stay,
I know you pay to watch other people do it,
So maybe if I offered it for free.

If I offer you your drug of choice maybe you won't take away mine,
I am constantly trying to read between the lines and as you snort them away
for some reason I am the one becoming intoxicated

Because for all the times you have called me crazy I have not believed you and for all the times you told you love me I did.

But I am more insane then ever and is there really a difference between love and control?
Because somewhere between my mind and your tongue those words morphed into a single definition

Love: Telling me how beautiful I am and why I need you

I may not be the most beautiful but at least I was something. At least you took care of me. A least I was not alone.

Because what could be worse than being alone?