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A poem about my need for a person, or in this case, "The Perfect Drug" |
When I was first introduced there was no interest I accepted you as my friend's addiction Chemicals didn't react and it was over I was still curious Time went on More free time during the summer Still curious about this addiction Did I want to take the chance? I took the plunge It seemed innocent at first I didn't realize that soon you'd be my addiction Then there was no more Hard to accept My drug was gone Remission- 5 months Still often remembered Learned to move on Another place I had gone 2 phone calls from home "It's back" Hard to believe My friend brought the drug to my attention Nervous, but wanted to be remembered of the innocent meetings The drug found me again This time I didn't hide I welcomed it Time went by History repeats itself again It's now my addiction Wanting to see it Wanting to want it Knowing it's so close Yet so far away The addiction- The need- grows worse everyday and time goes on I wish to have you within reach I want you You want me Visions and thoughts linger When will my addiction be fed- content? So I wait again for yet another day to absorb, to want, to need, to miss, to love, ... the perfect drug |