Killer

Your words are like a drug. Addicting. Almost like I need it to function. But also slowly killing me. You don't know this. But when you think I'm not looking, I am. I see the way you look at Her. I see the way you act. I know all the things you think of me, you also think of her. You fill my head with empty promises. You claim to like me, want me, need me. But we both know that is sadly not the truth. I love you. But love can also kill.