To Love an Addict

Whats love to an addict? -based off of some recent events-

What's love to an addict who claims he doesn't need it.

When love is the product that creates, then surely destruction cannot keep it.

So he’s popping pills to make sure he cannot feel, but no amount of morphine can help the throbbing of his heart when he sees her.

Metal clashes with blood

like his cries into the night for the guidance he never had

“ Go” Is the word logic tells him to say to love when she’s near,

but the word dies at his lips and is buried in the smile he forces.

Cold hearts can't beat for the warm ones,

and you can't trust a heart that already broke once

Love is for the weak and the wild ones and heaven is for the lost and the live ones.

Every night he’ll feed on their memories like it’s his last supper.

Then he injects into his veins the words “ I don't need her.”

It hits like damn when it flows through him.

In this cocaine stupor the good feelings beat a rhythm into his ears and he drowns

in the music.

He thinks the lyrics will heal him.

And when he wakes his longed-for darkness rejects him, and her tears sit in his palms.

A puddle of liquid affection for him to hold, which he does so carefully.

Then she smiles for him, and only for him.

How can claws even fathom holding the delicate flower that is her.

And no matter what he does she was there to listen.

But what do you do when love is the motive for the  pills to  scream come on uncap it.

Because Love is for the weak and the wild ones, and heaven is for the fools and the live ones.

she’ll dance for those who aren't him.

And she’ll share the treasure that is her presence with those he has no chance against in this joust of emotions.

Rivers from his eyes flood his face as he surely knows that just because you love something doesn't mean you want to let her go.

Can you let go of something you never had?

He picks up the gun, c***s it

she screams what are you doing no stop this.

If heavens for the lost then let this be a push in the right direction.

Maybe even fools could have a chance at resurrection

Author's Note

tw: suicide