This is about love being addictive and about being infatuated and obsessed with someone. |
Cannabis Like a drug you enter my world unhindered, Seemingly my saviour, an antidote to the Tribulation that I long to erase. You are canny And shrewd, grasping all aspects of my life with ease. Nothing is beyond your dexterous reach. I convince myself that I shan’t succumb, But you depict everything I hanker after. The vital key to a pleasurable high, you grant Me the climax necessary to liberate me From my soul, a remedy for depression. You enable me to hallucinate, to feign The endless fantasies that overload within. I am deranged, abandoning my sanity, Forgetting my place, pining over the unattainable. You are blind, I know, but I am wrapped around Your finger, and it is becoming apparent. Shuddering, I cannot disguise this lust. You are the dope to which I am addicted, Losing myself in an undesirable obsession One that temporarily heals, But shall one day be the death of me. You are the cannabis that delivers a smile, Yet damages and devastates in the long run. Each step brings another thrilling risk, Something forbidden, something incongruous. The physical high is ironic. You unconsciously Possess me, for you own both the map and visa To my body. You are my ecstasy, dismissing my mind And offering me freedom of speech, before I Awaken to comprehend that all is merely a dream. I am vulnerable, a candle that you have lit, Casting an eventual darkness as the smoke Departs, escapes, leaves. I need you, I crave you, yet I choke on the aroma. Without you I feel that I cannot continue. I have forgotten life before you and I am beyond imagining life without you. You are my pusher, the candy man who holds In his hands the cure for my lunacy, yet I fear My persistent weakness, for I am Physically incapable of resisting. The sun portrays you differently, Reflecting the sanity that you intentionally destroyed. I am extravagant, but are you worth the price? Tea is only worth the time it takes to make When accompanied with sweeteners. The heart that pumps in hope of salvation Will surrender when no match is found. |