Indian Giving.

The Situation. My one, my only,
My anti-drug, who just so happens to look amazing holding a blunt.
You changed me, in good ways and bad ways.
Loved me so good that I thought I would NEVER love anyone else.
Emotional, physical, mental,
I poured my all into you.
I'm not one trick, even though I got it.
But if you were hungry, you ate.
I'm a firm believer that how you start something off is exactly how you'll finish it.
With that being said, I WISH that I had realized the fabrications
Before I decided to jump head first,
With just hopes and wishes,
Thoughts of your last name attached to my first and tattooed across my ring finger.
But that was all I thought about.
I didn't think about the fact that eventually lies would destroy us.
Yours. Mine. Everybody's.
We never really had a chance.
When shit got difficult, we acted irrationally, chose sides and called it quits.
You can't force someone to see eye to eye with you,
And you can't force thoughts, conjectures, aspirations or intentions to disregard themselves,
Leaving your mind entirely.
My sleep is disturbed by thoughts of you.
Although my conscious self has forgiven you
and found other ways to occupy its time,
my dreams won't let you go.
That's how I know that this wasn't exactly a complete loss,
But, no more are the days that I'll love you at all costs. . .