Where Love Cannot Re-Blossom

There is nothing there.                                   Nothing,
but a sliver of              love                 and caring                               for you
but I guess       not more than
I care about my own well-being         and that is      part                 of our problem.

I love myself more than I could ever              love you
because you are          not       concrete but can move freely            in
and out of my life       as you please,                         and do, 
and I can only watch               it happen again           and again and try my best

to protect myself        when I see you            on the caller ID after months                         of waiting.
You must not want to change someone         to love them, but darling,                   I slightly want
to change you                         because I believe it isn’t your lips      that I am addicted to

but must be the taste              of lies, the residue      of an addict’s preference;      dribbles of
pills             stuck above your lip.       Free your nose,          smell only flowers,                  crush me             
up and breathe me in;            I am                 your drug of choice                 since you
always treat me the same way          you do that bottle. Use me up            till I am

long gone but linger               in your system, and you                      will crave for me
to get you        that high once again, but        never               will this happen,          for I am empty.             Withdrawals                will haunt you                                     each night as memories
occupy your dreams, nightmares                  they will become                    unless you rehab yourself                   from these pills, these lies             you feed me while I                continue
to rehab          you                  from me.