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  Oct 2018 Sage D
Mikaila
If love is a drug
Of course I’m an addict.
And if I fall off the wagon
I want to hit the ground-
I want to fall all the way to hell
Shake hands with the devil
And do the thing
Properly.
What’s the point in rationing something
You know you will always crave
And never have enough of?
I could spend every day with you for the rest of time
And still want more.
So
Knowing that
Why wouldn’t I try
For a few more minutes?
Why wouldn’t I take
Every bit of happiness I can get?
I intend to **** the marrow out of life
And make sure that if I must someday
Starve
I will at least have known what it felt like
To feel whole first.
I want to ache for something I’ve had and lost,
Not worry after something I’ve never known:

If I am going down anyway,
I want to go down
In flames.
Sage D Oct 2018
I never knew
That love could be true
Until that fateful day
Where I met you.
I tried to write more, but this is perfect all on its own. (in my opinion)
Sage D Oct 2018
One decade from when we met,
I’m sure we’ll be married.
One year from when we met,
You’ll know how much more I love you.

One month from when we met,
I realized how much I need you.
One week from when we met,
I realized how much I love you.

One day from when we met,
I realized how little sleep I got from texting you.
One hour from when we met,
I realized how much I enjoy your company.

One minute from when we met,
I knew that you were someone I need to meet.
One second from when we met,
I knew that I could trust you with everything.

And... one second from now,
I will say “I love you.”
Sage D Oct 2018
I never used you,
though you used me.
I kept you safe and warm,
though you kept me cold and lifeless.

I helped you achieve your dreams,
though you only crushed mine.
I believed in you,
though you only believed in me when it benefited you.

You always wanted me,
though sometimes I couldn't give you what you wanted.
You relied on me to fix your problems,
though sometimes they were too impossible.

You thought that I'd always be there for you,
though I have others to be with just as you.
You assumed that I wasn't on your side,
when I never left it to begin with.

You abused me till there was almost nothing left,
you got stronger every time you used me.
You were frail and broken at first,
but I made you happier with each beating.

I live to see people happy,
to give them a chance to improve in life.
So I will gladly take your pain away,
and place it upon myself.
If the emotion of Hope existed, I'm sure it would do anything to see others happy. Like an angel with broken wings.

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