My Drug     

Would you believe me if I said I was sick?

The kind that keeps your heart bent on an end.

The kind that doesn’t blend, with the life of a kid.

I’m sick to the core, but just of love that is.

She hurt me,

She told me she cared.

That no matter what she will always be there.

Tried to hold me,

And push my life ahead.

Now it’s dead, wish someone would save me while my tears drown my bed.

But now she’s gone,

 like words I never could have said.

Kept to myself for fear that I’d lose and get my mind off track.

I wanted her back.

But only for the moment.

Her love had my components stuck

I was fighting a deadly opponent.

I wanted the love,

But it wasn’t there anymore.

I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, my heart was ripped from chest at tossed at my feet.

..She’s gone

 she took it all with her.

Like dang ma, I should have just gone with your sister.

You had me feeling so lifted

You were gifted

Every time I stop and think about your love I feel

conflicted.

It’s undeniable…

Your love kept me at ease..

This right here is a sick disease.

You were my drug

I wanted you daily.

In my veins, in my brain,

IM GOING INSANE.

So am I sick? Am I twisted?

Am I distant from the world, am I different.

Do you believe in love?

I wish it never existed

Because thanks to that demon..

I’m addicted..