I'm going to need you to get the heck off of me now

You used and abused me until I could no longer take the steps necessary
to walk up to the mirror and lie to the face that you broke again

No hesitation as you
Relentlessly beat your facts into me
I'm sorry that my clothes were too tight today
My eyes wandered too much

The confession of your transgressions on the tip of my tongue,
I reel them back in the hopes that you might change
But like the sorry stories I create to cover up your black and blue tracks, you just stay the same

Falling back down the steps I struggled to pull myself up,
I once again find myself tangled in our web of lies and broken promises
replaying our encounters in my brain, like a movie
only instead of popping corn, I’m popping pills

As if two Advil and a glass of water will be strong enough
to alleviate the pain down deep inside
well you can keep your pills
because I’m already a “hope-junkie”
and this junkie is going to rehab