My (im)Perfect Drug

Love can be a nasty addiction...

You're a poison,

Injected into my veins.

The burning pleasure,

Sometimes pain.

Getting me high.

So high that I fly.

Falling back into bliss.

Oblivious of the rest of the world.

The moment you take effect,

Everything is perfect,

That one single moment,

Everything is right.

The planets align.

There is no wrong,

No hurting,

No pain.

Just you coursing through my system.

 

 

And then your gone.

The pain sets in.

The craving.

My body aches for you,

Everything is wrong.

All I feel is pain.

Fiending for my next hit.

But never knowing when that will be.

Curling into a ball,

Just to hold myself together,

Afraid if I let go,

It'll all break apart.

I'll break apart.

Trying to concern myself with the rest of the world.

Only feeling the lacking of you.

Only hurting and pain.

Wanting you to course through my system once more.  

 

Author's Note

I would like to know what your thoughts and opinions are on this! Thanks!

Reviews

[Jonathan Bryant Dean]

I can see past the certain spelling errors into a troubled representation of psychological trauma labeled as love. This seems to be a description of a stalker-esque, fatal attraction, infatuation. A description of feelings that are misapropriated as love. I can relate, do not think of this as an attack. I have had these feelings as a ten myself. The crush that is not reciprocated is a very painful experience.

JBD