I always scratch on your door Breaking my fingers Begging for your hate I’m so addicted to the morphine I can’t decide if I need you or want you You tell me you love me Too much for the words to mean anything Watching my face twist up in pain Must be pleasure for you To watch the ones who need you Be in agony The morphine has me so consumed You push me under the water My lungs start to fail When you let me go, my legs forget how to move I come up gasping for breath When the air touches my face I won’t stop with the morphine so You took a molten piece of steel And branded your name in my skull All of my thoughts now echo with your name Every nerve ending sparks up when you look at me I’m so addicted to the morphine I don’t realize When you’re throwing me against your lover’s windows Breaking me and them Shattering the future and the past Purposely destroying porcelain in your palms I’m too addicted to the morphine I don’t understand when You hold a lighter too close to my skin And watch me wither up and cry out So I take the morphine and let you continue Since I know if I leave you the burn will eventually Turn into a scar I don’t want your so-called art clogging in my veins For me to stare at and flashback Keep giving me a third degree burn For what’s the morphine Without the pain
-i'm definitely not addicted to morphine this poem is probably my last dedication to this person