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Aug 2013
***** makes me high,
But his words take me *higher
.

I'm
      so
         lost
              in
                the
        
                    want,
                            need,
                                   desire.

The thought of him drives me insane,
But in the sweetest way.

He makes me want the best,
The worst and the ultimate,
The rough, the passionate,
The fast, the slow,
The intimate.

He makes me want it all,
The greatest kick,
The greatest high,
The greatest fix,
Even the tragic.

Going...

                     I
                         n
                              s
                                 a
                                     n
                                         e

He's the adrenaline I want,
Making the blood pump faster,
Through my tiny veins.

He's the sugar rush I need,
To satisfy the hunger,
Which I'm trying to feed.

My heart is nothing without it's beat,
Just like I am nothing without him.
My soul is nothing without it's glow,
Just like my heart is nothing without his love.

I sound obsessed. Like a child in a candy store.
I guess he's my addiction. I keep wanting more.

Tragic lover, yes.
Something he loves.

Wouldn't mind giving a bit of everything,
As long as he's the one receiving.

I feel like a princess gone bad.
And I need a prince,
To put me back in my place,
If that even makes sense.

Not sure why I'm saying all this.
I guess I'm just so tragic,
And guess what?
He likes it.
© Natali Veronica 2013.
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