My Anti-drug

I still get butterflies when I see him in the halls
My hopes soar high, hoping that he's called
Because my heart still belongs to that undeserving boy
The one who treated me like one of his toys.

And no one understands the way that this feels
Crying, wishing these wounds would all heal
Hoping and praying things will soon be all good
Knowing I gave him the best that I could.

Trying to understand why he did what he did
Realizing he's really nothing more than a kid
Too immature to know how true loves feels
Though I understood what we had was all real

The memories consume, overtaking my mind
The love that I felt had made me so blind
The times that we've shared, the kisses and hugs
He was so much to me; my anti-drug.

Everywhere I go, I'm reminded of him
The sound of his voice, the feel of his skin
Knowing that things will never be the same
But thankful I'm not longer apart of his game.

Rachel Crombie--2//21//07