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Mar 2017
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
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