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I understand, I see how it starts
I've experienced the feeling
I know how hard it is to stop
I believe in addiction

No one can give the same comfort
No one will give me that rush
No one tries as hard to make it go away
No one, no one

It promises things will get better
It says you just need a little more
It tangos with the blood in my veins
It whispers ideas in my ears

Drugs don't say no
Drugs don't lie
Drugs don't forget
Drugs don't leave

More, all I want is more
More time to do them
More moments alone with them
More, More, More
I watch you sleep
through digitalized glasses,
Filtered through  plaids ,
interpreted through
whiskey allegiances.

Wolff
This is crap, but its my crap.  If you wish you use any of it for birdcage litter or anything more useful please let me know.
The smell of coffee and black sharpie fill your senses
Dragging yourself out of bed, you wrap the sheet around your naked body
Your head hurts more with every movement, every thought.

The sticky note on the door
written in small, squished, boy-like writing
"I never promised you forever."

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