We’re told love is like
addiction.

The thing about love is,
when it’s good it’s good,
but when it’s bad,
it hurts like hell.

And I’m addicted to you,
Derek.

But it’s your choice,
her or me.

I love you,
so pick me,
choose me,
love me.

But you chose her,
and left me.

So you don’t get to
come back here
and ask for me back.

When you left I glued myself back together,
and I won’t apologize for how I chose
to repair what you broke.

I thought I had found the one
when I met you.

And maybe I did,
because I sit here still
addicted.