AddictA Poem by Jess Rose
Hello, I'm an addict.
What am I addicted to? Well, it depends on the day. Hello, I'm an addict. Today under the subcategory of An Alcoholic My grandfather was an alcoholic I swore I'd never touch the stuff But I was weak And fell in love with the dizzy it made me feel I was suddenly able to laugh again Laughing at the illusion of happiness it could give me for a while before I vomited up All the sickly sweet smiles Hi, I'm an addict A stoner to be exact I've never smoked or done anything of the sort But I know that if I did I would never ever stop I get high on imagining the high And wishing more than anything that it would be true Greeting, I'm an addict Your local nymphomaniac at your service The s**t who will sleep with anyone for a dollar But I don't care because I need the feeling of skin to skin My body is my body and I can do what I want with it Even if it is to let you do what you want with it. Hey there, I'm still an addict And this time the drug is blood Though no, I am not a vampire I'm obsessed with my veins and the sting in my brain as the blade breaks the barrier between my insides and the world around My blood is my own and my pain is the most magical sensation Yes, I am an addict And no matter what I'm addicted to, The drug remains the same I'm addicted to feeling happy when I'm not And is that really such a crime?
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