She has never had experience with drugs. None of any kind, she thought, but maybe she thought wrong.
She thought he was just a boy. Just someone who came into her life to show her everything she didn't deserve, just someone who treated her in all the wrong ways, just someone who used love as a weapon. She thought wrong.
She never thought that a boy could be so much more than just a boy. She never thought he could be a magnet, pulling and pulling her into his grasp. She never thought he could be a drug, blinding her from the side effects. She never thought he could be so addictive, making withdrawal almost impossible. She thought wrong.
She thought the final split would be easy. Cut it cold turkey, and she'll be fine. Leave no strings attached because that's just a connection making it easy to go back. She thought complete ignorance would be bliss. She thought wrong.
She thought she could come back and not care one bit. She thought he would be out of sight, out of mind. She thought her mind was clean. She thought the magnetic pull was gone. She thought wrong.
She thought maybe her had changed. She thought maybe there was a chance. She thought she could do it again. She thought it would all work out. It was meant to be all along. She thought wrong.
She was hurt again, addicted again, shattered again. No one was there to pick up the pieces except him. He was there building her up just to tear her back down. No one saw it as it was completely hidden. If anyone had known, they wouldn't have helped because originally they all thought right while she thought wrong time and time again.
