He Is The Drug
He is the drug
and I am addicted.
the pain he inflicted.
I need the high
that i had before.
He is the opium
i crave more
He runs through my mind
more than the normal- time to time
He is the center of my universe
and he doesnt give a damn about mine.
Driven to have him
at any cost
Im desensitized - too bad i cant stop
before anything more is broken or lost
Its pathetic to see
me live life this way
but i cant quit
Ive tried day after day
And by admitting to him
that i need more
Im afraid Ive become
His dirty little whore
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Haven (126.96.36.199) -- Wednesday, March 9 2005, 12:06 am|
The last line there really drove the whole poem home. Well done...but I can relate to every word of that poem, you know. thank you for sharine.
|stephanie (188.8.131.52) -- Thursday, March 31 2005, 01:53 am|
nice i like it very well written! thanks~~ stephanie
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