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its 2:24am and I'm terrified that you have become the only drug i crave. before it was much easier, much more concrete, much more discrete. i could fill a void with a glass, a bottle, a joint. now the only mind altering act I crave is you next to me with your arms wrapped around my waist, your lips on my neck, your warm chest sheltering me. its so simple, yet so intriguing and more fulfilling than any drug I've tried. its hard to seem sincere... my whole life ahead. but right now theres nothing else i want. at first i thought i had it under control. but oh god was i wrong. the power that pulses through your touch is indescribable. maybe I'm just naive, but you can illuminate the darkest of thoughts. I think I've come to terms with it now, the power your touch has over me. All i know is before i wanted to get drunk off liquor and now the only thing that i want to get drunk off of is your lips. I never did believe in shooting stars , but you're starting to flip the ground I stand... and i think I'm ok with it.
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
Tuesday, july 6, 2014.
its 2:24am and I'm terrified that you have become the only drug i crave. before it was much easier, much more concrete, much more discrete. i could fill a void with a glass, a bottle, a joint. now the only mind altering act I crave is you next to me with your arms wrapped around my waist, your lips on my neck, your warm chest sheltering me. its so simple, yet so intriguing and more fulfilling than any drug I've tried. its hard to seem sincere... my whole life ahead. but right now theres nothing else i want. at first i thought i had it under control. but oh god was i wrong. the power that pulses through your touch is indescribable. maybe I'm just naive, but you can illuminate the darkest of thoughts. I think I've come to terms with it now, the power your touch has over me. All i know is before i wanted to get drunk off liquor and now the only thing that i want to get drunk off of is your lips. I never did believe in shooting stars , but you're starting to flip the ground I stand... and i think I'm ok with it.
this is so old and you are so gone.
makenna-k
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
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