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Cassie Aug 2015
Who am I kidding
Yes, I am in love with an addict
But I am one as well
To each their own personal hell

While you poke around for needles and veins
I poke around for a sign of your love no matter how faint
And I am asking from an addict the thing he does not have
The thing he numbs himself from
Love

Love for those he felt he could have helped
Feels he should help
But forgets that first he needs to help himself

He cannot accept that hell is not a destination but a journey led by oneself
He cannot be dragged down into its depths
He may be tempted but in the end it is his legs that launch him down the boiling well

But
Who am I kidding
Yes, I am in love with an addict
But I am one as well
To each our own personal hell

As you grasp at pill packets I scratch your back skin crawling due to habits
And I feel infinite
You are letting me love you and I cannot thank you enough for it

I have accepted that hell is not a destination but a journey led by oneself
I cannot be dragged down into its depths
I may be tempted but in the end it is my legs that launch myself down the boiling well
I refuse to jump
Cassie Oct 2014
A habit, you see, is a hard thing to break
It's a little mouse nibbling on the hunk of swiss cheese you call your brain
No, there's not much left to ruin
But there's so much more to "enjoy" (destroy)
Little do you know that joy rides lead to ****** trails down the road
And once you do realize this
You are more hole than cheese and the only thing that makes you whole is that ******* mouse
Cassie Oct 2014
I just want to meet someone who loves me as much as I hate myself.
I just want to love someone else as much as I hate myself.
Cassie Aug 2014
The heart is a muscle designed to pump blood through your veins to your arteries
It is asymmetrical, perhaps a little revolting
It is nothing more
It is nothing less

The brain is an ***** designed to allow us to create experiences, experience things
Experience a chemical imbalance and you may feel like you're crazy but the thing that's really insane is that
You don't feel with your heart
You feel with your brain

But part of me is hesitant to believe that who we are is simply a sum of the head
And I believe the answer may lie somewhere between the heart and the brain
It calls itself the soul
Cassie Aug 2014
the only thing that my future guarantees
is that i will still be haunted by its uncertainty
and plagued by a past spent with my fists clenched trying to enjoy the present
Cassie Jul 2014
a connotation of infinity had my head spinning
and I knew that I never wanted to step off of this molasses coated carousel
because no matter how low I dipped I was still dizzy and high, if not a little naive
after a few spins I was disorientated to the point where I thought it would never end
but within the blink of an eye the music died and the world, I , we, slowed down
I hope the carnival comes again soon
Cassie May 2014
all i need from you is
a heartbeat to hear and
a touch to feel
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