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NLB Jun 2014
it's evening on a slightly sunny day,
not my favourite weather - i prefer rain and thunder and lightning,
that matches how i feel better.

i didn't manage to sleep much last night,
the badness was running through my veins and wouldn't allow me to relax,
the urge to run and run but nowhere to go,
nowhere's far enough to escape yourself.

i'm being punished - although i'm not sure what for,
although it may not seem like it i try my best to cope,
i really do,
but it's just all too much.

if i can't run i'll disconnect in any way i can,
smoke,
drink,
smoke,
drink,
smoke.

my body has been clean for two days now but everything feels dirtier and duller than ever.

*n.l.b
Craving: Car-Rave-Ing: N;
1) An obsessive need or want for something.
2) To crave; a desire to have something right away.

Needless to say, I'll go another few minutes, hours, days, with what my therapist calls "a craving." It makes my skin crawl, my jaw clench, my heart race, I become restless. At that point, it's no longer mental.

All of my dreams are consumed by my own definition of happiness, no, ecstacy. But because my definition doesn't correlate with the american dream, my happiness must end in what they call "sobriety" and I have to deal with what my therapist calls "a craving."

The yellow bird I once had flew away, and like a light switch, emotion took it's place. I now have to feel which has always been, since day one, the exact reason I crave another reality. One like Alice In Wonderland, where no one else got to see. One like Limitless, where every one else got to see and wanted.
You asked me what they were like. And now you know.

THIS is a craving.
I wrote this to an ex boyfriend of mine who abused me for 2 years. He still uses drugs to this day (he hasn't gone one day without the needle), but he always asked me why I couldn't live without them. I simply told him the cravings were too bad and he questioned what they were like.
Chloe Mar 2014
I'm like a gate way drug.
I'm a starting point.
A late night bad decision.
The desperate act of a man feeling low.

*You want me because I'm the only thing
that wants you back.

— The End —