You constantly took from my apple tree killing my roots,

I have no doubt that 95 of everything you've ever told me was a lie ; because the truth never surfaced,

I just wanted to grap a hold of the good times we use to share and stretch the happiness,

But the reality is the elastic wasn't stronger enough anymore,

In order for me to breathe again; I had to exhale you,

My body, heart and soul went through withdrawals; because I was addicted to you,

You were the best narcotic; you kept me high,

With the thoughts that it could've been something more than just another lie to get you by,

Giving me that little bit and turning around to take so much in return,

It's emotionally draining,mentally exhausting and physically I couldn't take it any longer.