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A Oct 2020
You just have that effect on me
where you get into every inch,
fill every cell,
until you are perfectly everywhere

Until all I say is you,
until your taste,
your cool tongue against mine,
is all I can breathe

Until I can't see,
blinded by the spark in your blue eyes,
making everything turn into your color

Until my words of you
are just pouring out of my fingers,
trying to grasp as I write you down

And you even make me wake up
with your name ringing in my head,
as if I've been calling for you all night

And I know our memories back and forth,
I've visited them so often that they are tattooed across my mind,
carved into my chest,
so even my heart knows when to skip that beat

But it just gets hollow,
filling myself up with old memories,
so torn and tormented,
so far away from you

Like I'm living out of old air,
to thin to give any real release
but to lightheaded to stop
SammyJoe Jun 2020
A flame flickers before me, I can feel the heat,
I'm glad I was chosen out of my domain,
My substance will empower your body,
In which I can ruin and maintain,

I boast to be very addictive,
You'll need strong will power to defeat me,
The source of my very essence,
Not much more than tar and nicotine,

Yes I can be truly satisfying,
As you're consently puffing away,
My black smoke's inhaled into your lungs,
Only inner strength will keep me at bay,

I'm grateful that you have assigned me,
For my side effects to make you sick,
By me the lit vessel in your mouth,
Your devoted cancer stick.
Valentin May 2020
The lights of the night through my eyes
By the beauty of our sky I am paralyzed

In my body a shot of freedom
In the snow I forget about the cold

Shutting my eyelids is now impossible
The aurora borealis bring me peace

I walk alone in those dark mountains
I want to spread this full happiness

The uniqueness of this moment is addictive
The drunkenness I feel is flawlessly attractive
05.15.20
Adrian S Feb 2020
I could easily be addicted

EASILY be addicted.

I'm easily addicted.

or am I easily addictive?

or addictivly easy.

I'm easy?... me?

am I addictively easy?

easily an addict?

absolutely...not me!

I mustn't be.

YOU are the one addicted to me.
Robby Dec 2019
Do you think like me?
Are we the same?
Our issues and confusing thoughts
Addictive personalities
Thriving on love
The thing we hate but crave nonetheless
Adventurous but scared
Scarred and depressed
But refusing to live that way
Could we be kindred?
Monica Jul 2019
Murdered soul
Left behind evidence
Pled not guilty
Prosecuted by feelings
When defending the heart
Law of attraction
Judged by actions
Traumatic trial
Due to reasonable doubt
Emotional jury
Based on facts
Imprisoned by love
Served a life sentence
Another random write. Enjoy
Poetic T May 2019
Our love was like nicotine
       a water logged ash tray.

Used and addictive,
          but then I quit you.

And realised that even though
      I wasn't really dependent
                 on you just, the taste of lies.

But we all grow up and tastes change.
Madison Feb 2019
Love
It's a drug
Once you get a taste of it
You’ll always crave for more
It’s Valentines month! I love love.
When the moon shines bright I think of blues and different sides of you, I was thinking of you. When you were beautiful and smiling and not so cold. How I missed what we were what we should be. Wasn’t us together the key.

You’re blue, small, bold and looking old. losing your hair and losing your shares, when will you regain your enchanting glare...

I looked at you hanging over there with that guy smoking your light, when will you actually fight to stay right and bright? You remember when we were even a little younger and more like lovers.

You’re gone, so far the distance is long, I wish you would even run to your grandma. Run away they are wrong. Your addiction is the end of you, I’ve lost you.

I gained something new you’re alone and I’m at home with friends and great fun shown, I’m not alone. I’m me and your you. should you join to find your peace and stop the lease on me. Feel free to rejoin me.

Just stop the act you’re not a kid. You’ve grown up right with love, friends and you give it up for 10 years of peace at max, it’s not going to last.

You’re starting to be loose lipped and obviously not glad. Get help. Find yourself and love more than the so called “self help” you are hanging yourself with you own belt.
Don’t do serious drugs or anything like it if you can help it! It’s obviously bad for you and you look gross afterwards. **** helps with ptsd, even that makes you look less appealing and costs a lot.
Iska Dec 2018
You feel like fire to me.
All warm and beautiful
With the ability to
Burn
Me
Alive
Mesmerizing to behold
As you dance around with a
glittering spark in your eyes
As you always seem to
Draw
Me
In
And entice me to dance with you.
So beautiful in your destruction
With the ability to burn away the darkest of nights.
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