Addictions are for addicts
The most common drugs will **** you
But nobody talks about the drug that keeps an emotional hold on you

Nobody wants to mention the drug that keeps a girl running back
And every time he flirts, it hurts
and sets her in a heart attack

The emotion drug that sets you free and also keeps you in chains
You try to fight it but deep down you like it
And you can't figure out why you stay

Some call it love, some call it pain, others call it life
Either way you see it, one day you'll feel it,
and it will take you on a ride

The ups and downs, the ins and outs, eventually you will feel them all
It will break your heart to pieces
Then have you running to its call

A feeling you would die for
Just to get a taste of its lust, everything about it draws you in
You won't ever get enough

You know you're hooked on him
When you think about him day and night
His eyes, his smile, his smell, his body,
You can't stop missing him by your side

His tongue will ****** your mind
While his eyes will **** your soul,
He sees right through you,
So you let him take you down this infinite hole

If you're lucky you might wake up
To it all just a dream,
but if its real, then you're in trouble
and you might fall in too deep

I'm an addict, I'll admit it
I somewhat like the pain
It reminds me that I can still feel the love of another,
that I'm not numb to everything
This man is dangerous I know he is because he's too good to be true
but I don't care, take me down,
Because I only want you.

Your sun stroked fingers
smooth my dusted galaxies
spoiling orbiting blues
with swipes of stardust.

You kiss meteors, murmur
how you savored snippets
of Jupiter's moons in the
spaces of a poetic eclipse.

Adorning Saturn's rings
in your nebulous tombs,
rekindling your smile with
flames of lovers past.

The memory is still buried
within my core, a pounding
resonance that evokes the bloom
of summers kiss on Earth.

A welcome release for the
nights wandering stars.

We will leave you in the midst
of a poetic truce, as you spill
experiences into our open palms.

Writing to make sense of what
has happened, nestling your
deepest secrets in our fingertips.

Our roots so deep in our poetry,
if you tried to unearth us, we would
shriek louder than banshee's.

Unravel our words, enter the
labyrinth of our minds, there are
sunsets in our stomachs, and
December runs through our veins.

We are the stars to your blank skies,
the pause between each ragged breath,
the tragedy suffocating the air.

We are the pause before the applause,
we are rarity's like Haley's comet,
making you scramble for a telescope.

Only crows writhing with broken
necks are more twisted than the life
stories resting under our tongues.

We are poets, engraved in history,
fluent in all that is artistic and worldly.

Poetry is a warm blanket we remain
hidden in on a cold winter morning.
Reality is a cold floor that our
bare feet are too scared to touch.

*By Rapunzel and JannaLee Perry