You Were My Favorite Drug

A cycle of poems «The Night Won’t Let Me Forget You»

I swore I’d quit you cold one night -
Flushed every memory down the drain.
But by the dawn, I craved the light…
The poison love that killed my name.

You hit me fast like liquid flame,
A rush so sweet I couldn’t speak.
One look, one touch, I went insane -
My body trembling, weak at knees.

You whispered lies like lullabies,
Promised forever in a breath.
I traded sense for your disguise,
And danced with danger straight to death.

I missed the signs - the shaking hands,
The way I canceled all my plans.
You were the high, the crash, the cost -
And God, I loved you most when lost.

I tried to walk. I packed my things.
But one text back - "Come back tonight" -
And just like that, my will has wings…
That fly me straight into the fight.

You were my favorite drug,
Sweetest kiss, ugliest hug.
I’d burn my lungs just to feel your smoke,
Break every bone just to hear you joke.
No rehab strong enough to cure
This sickness dressed in love so pure.

We fought like fire in a storm,
Then made up slow with trembling lips.
You’d cry, I’d swear I’d keep you warm -
Then wake to find another slip.

Your scent still haunts my morning sheets,
Like cheap perfume and cheaper wine.
I chase it down with lonely beats,
Rewriting vows we never signed.

My friends all left. They called it code,
Said love like this would steal my soul.
But how do you let go of hope
When even pain feels like a goal?

I know your game. I’ve seen the scars.
I’ve scrubbed your name from every wall.
But craving doesn’t care who stars
In its dark, desperate, broken call.

You were my favorite drug,
Sweetest kiss, ugliest mug.
I’d burn my lungs just to feel your smoke,
Break every bone just to hear you joke.
No rehab strong enough to cure
This sickness dressed in love so pure.

Maybe love isn’t soft or kind,
Maybe it’s chaos, sharp and loud.
A needle wrapped in velvet mind,
A siren screaming through the cloud.

And maybe healing doesn’t mean
Forgetting how your fingers felt,
Or how your voice could make me lean
Into the edge where reason melts.

But if I live, if I survive,
If someday I can breathe again -
I’ll thank you for the way you thrived
Inside my veins like sweetest sin.
Not because you were good.
But because you taught me:
I deserved better than blood.

So I won’t miss you. Not like before.
No more the high. No more the fall.
But sometimes, standing by the door…
I almost text.
I almost call.

You were my favorite drug.
But I’m learning how to live without a fix.