Drug beats

The drugs numb my tongue
so I can't taste you,
burning the back of my throat
as they slide down.
Do they burn you
or is it our lie?

I can't help but think
how much time we waste
pretending we're in love
when it's just the drugs

Another pill
(melts your mind, not in your hand)
another play in our game
too see how fast the hours go by
as we compromise,
a shot for a blow-job
a line for something more
and mom and dad won't know
there's no such thing as love for us
only a drug.

And my tears
you say
make it so easy to f**k
and keep acting
because it proves
just how lethal our fake drug,
love,
really is
though it's alright
because there's one more line left for tonight.

Author's Note

I think I need to stop staying up until sunrise.