You could give me a thousand bruises with your words and actions and I would still love you.  I will hang on to every word you say to me, the few that are left.  I know you don't appreciate me, I know you don't care, but you are art and I can't stop drawing me with you. Your words line my skin like a book, I can trace the spots on my body where your hands once were.  You are a etched into my veins and into my memory.  I will never let you go, no matter how many times you push me away.  You are a cigarette, the smoke on my breath, the filter between my fingertips.  You are bad for me but like a bad habit, I can't give you up. I would light myself in flames if you asked.  I would follow you to the ends of the earth.  My love has made me a slave to you.  I can't seem to save my soul, I’m rotting waiting for you.  The saddest thing is I'll have to wait forever because I am not to you what you are to me, an addiction.