Trying to move on from rejection Is like a drug addict attempting to come clean In your mind you think you can do it It will be easy and won't take too long But moving on is a great struggle Removing yourself from the chemical that pleases you Doesn't seem to make any sense You ask, "why can't I just stay with it? It makes me happy?" A real, physical pain lingers in your body for the first few days They say to take it one day at a time But seeing your object of affection drives you mad You want it so much even though it's wrong The pleasure that comes with it will make everything better The consequences afterwards don't matter For it is outweighed by the few minutes of peace Lovers aren't thought to be blamed personally They didn't choose love Drug addicts, on the other hand, are blamed for their choices Their pain was caused by their actions Both are not to be blamed They are the same Lovers and drug addicts suffer the same pain
She has put a halt on my somber nights. Every blood cell coursing through my veins participates in a race to no finish at the thought of her. It should be established that if she should vanish this adoration could never.
Photographs seldom capture the spellbinding allure exhibited. She has filled a void and I have lived without her, so I fear not if I lose her, but fear the emptiness of my past.
The only one there, if she would take a glimpse inside my mind, she’d see nothing, but mirrors.
My tortured soul now in healing is the blessing I’ve received with finding her.
Claims of being broken if that need be the case, I’m addicted, I guess we both need a fix.
A triple beam scale couldn’t weigh my love. If our passage is just another chapter, she’s become the main character in my favorite read.
A story encapsulated with pleads of planting my seed.
Hopefully, she never leaves I’ve fallen before autumn, sprung before the flowers blossom. I know winter will be cold without her summer warmth. The rain hits the ground now that I’ve weathered my storm. Mountains having nothing on me. My head’s in the clouds and she’s the only one there.
i wrote this to entertain myself, but i hope someone else likes it.
I forcefeed my body a poison in the name of peace When it coughs and begs please don’t I hold my hands over its crying mouth and say just one more The sweet aroma only I can smell when it’s been so long My lungs cry at this smell The putrid tears of tar seep into my stomach It moans a low growl and gurgles it’s insults at me these slurs slide down these tubes of mine whispering over one another as if those tar teardrops had turned into small souls clawing at me until their grave My soul lying at the bottom becoming darker and darker
As I continue to try to quit smoking cigarettes I’m both aware of the damage I’m causing my body, but at the same time the release I feel when I smoke. This is a constant fight with myself.
I am suffocating. I can't get you out of my head, please go away. So I can go back to my simple life, the one without your smile, without your brilliant blue eyes, without your voice. Why would God put you in my life... if it wasn't meant to work between us? The thought of your shiny blonde hair, your mouth sliding in and out of mine. I can't breathe. I stay high, so I don't have to feel you right. I'd have to say I'm addicted, I should stay away. But these urges I can't fight. I can't breathe
Just like nicotine I’m addicted to you Just like smoke your scent lingers on my sheets Fun as a cigarette but unhealthy for me? Out in the cold you linger in my mind Missing the warmth that you provide Even though you are gone, my receptors still crave you For you are the key to, my intropin release Addicted to your toxic love, yes indeed I am Burnt out with ashes is how I've been left