Never ending..

I am in lack of words
But my story is poetry in itself
When did we become such incompatible birds?
To the point where I have to talk to myself

Assuming the chance to fall in your arms again
A big mistake I keep repeating in vain
I once was pure, and then we met
If only I could feel what you have kept

No one could tell, but I was on drugs
It felt so good, like receiving the longest hugs
An addiction that keeps me fine
Unfortunately, it was never really mine

On day it will all go away, I trust
This drug won’t define me anymore
But I even failed at suicide, my loss
Back to the way it was before