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May 2019
nicotine
on my lips
black caffeine
i need my fix
a kind of feeling that
clouds my thoughts
keep looking
at my phone

your body
against my own
coursing through
my own bones
a kind of need that
clouds my thoughts
can’t stop looking
at my phone

poison
to my life
i need you
in my life
just stay out
of my life
remember when
you were my life
now you’re just
a cold knife

intoxicated
slur my words
living under the influence
nauseous withdrawal
i’ll get out
of this haze that
clouds my thoughts
but i won’t look
at my phone

a new you
led me through
she’s different
but still true
not healed
but healing
the skies are clear
because now it’s her name
on my phone
Written by
myles
42
   Bogdan Dragos
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