Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
ive been told many great poets relied on mind altering drugs opiates and pills in order to force their hand to the paper in order to jumpstart their brain like a side of the road two degrees junkyard car i have nothing to write about when I abstain from your name and calling you my ****** gives you the power to roll my eyes back into my head with pleasure it gives you the power to **** me typical bathroom scene slumped over your "i miss you" choking on the apologies i couldn't spit out in the middle of winter ill never be a great and self destructive artist not because i light your memories up under a spoon not because I let you infect me not because I roll you up and set you on fire and breathe in your sentences ill never be a great self destructive artist because there's no jumpstart or moment of connection ive tried every drug i can find and im still sitting with the shower running letting it burn me begging to feel something because really what's the difference between numbing me and telling me you don't love me anymore
0
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
dont remember this
ive been told many great poets relied on mind altering drugs opiates and pills in order to force their hand to the paper in order to jumpstart their brain like a side of the road two degrees junkyard car i have nothing to write about when I abstain from your name and calling you my ****** gives you the power to roll my eyes back into my head with pleasure it gives you the power to **** me typical bathroom scene slumped over your "i miss you" choking on the apologies i couldn't spit out in the middle of winter ill never be a great and self destructive artist not because i light your memories up under a spoon not because I let you infect me not because I roll you up and set you on fire and breathe in your sentences ill never be a great self destructive artist because there's no jumpstart or moment of connection ive tried every drug i can find and im still sitting with the shower running letting it burn me begging to feel something because really what's the difference between numbing me and telling me you don't love me anymore
scully
Written by
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem