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OV 1d
J2
Late at night
We hide under covers
Our bodies joined as one
Moving to the soundtrack
Of our raging hearts
But this is like a band-aid
To you I don't exist
Until you're itching to take it off
BeLoved Oct 5
Baby I think we need to breathe
So much love lost
I'm smiling cause it's impossible to grieve
It's impossible to leave
I'm addicted to you darling
But your too blinded to see
thesa Sep 19
with my head on your chest
i listen to your heartbeat
and i know i've promised
i would never get addicted

but please tell me
how i'm supposed to stop
falling for you
MicMag Sep 20
C8H10N4O2  so  softly  calling
Feel  my  energy  level  falling
I­t  faintly  whispers  my name (psss)
But now I'm just stuck stalling     (uh)
I  try but just can't break  free        (so)
"How about some herbal tea?"     (no)
Your  suggestion  is  appalling  (ugh)
But  coffee?  I'm  al­ways  keen
Need that daily hit of caffeine
Reworked previous poem into the shape of my beloved coffee mug
MicMag Sep 16
The C8H10N4O2 is calling
I feel my energy level falling
As it whispers my name
Now I'm just stalling
Can't break myself free
"How bout some tea?"
Your suggestion's appalling
But coffee? I'm keen
Seeking my daily hit of caffeine
Inspiration found in a local cafe with the molecular formula of caffeine (C8H10N4O2) painted on the wall.
faith Aug 22
addicted to clon
addicted to nicotine
addicted to flexeril
addicted to you
addicted to self harm
addicted to restricting
addicted to being intoxicated
8 - 22 - 19
Bansi Adroja Aug 12
We are always falling together
like the waves and shore
pulling apart
at every opportunity
but addicted to each other
in a way only we know
under the moonlight
waiting for a sunrise
on and on
we go
It's just you.
Eloise Rose Aug 4
It's a hollow kind
of happiness
But I'm addicted to
the emptiness
Mandalina Jul 27
I had a dream

in which I was crying
                            sobbing
                  ­           out of control

my eyes were red
                          swelled
                       ­    hurting like hell

my heart was aching
my arms shaking
my promises breaking

then I woke up
and saw that perhaps
this dream was not a dream
but my relapse





-j.m.k
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