My Cure
Whether we like it or not you have become my cure
Instead of occupying my mind with all the things that I have done wrong or could have done better,
I occupy my mind with all the things that you have done, right and "wrong". Either way seeing perfection in it, in you.
My mental state has chosen you to become fixed upon.
My heart is afraid you will leave and my mind will become deadly again.
Even when my mind starts slipping back into the darkness, it then goes to you and everything stops and becomes well again.
My heart knows you "fix" my mind and it became yours.
No longer having control of myself, every part of me wants you,
and if I can't get enough of you everything starts fading to black
Because you have become my cure
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