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when i was with you
i was on a serotonin overdose
my brain released chemicals derived from you
Xallan 5d
you give me a new kind of high
that I've never even felt before
yet familiar
a sober rush, an impossible love
without romance or passion
but so full of ecstasy
it fills my mind with so much
so much think
drowning in so much oxytocin
I hardly remember what cortisol is
or motivation for my future
because these drugs addle me
all I see is you
my syringe and my supplier
not quite an addict
but certainly lacking self-control
with you every weak breath
is momentous, and minor
in the moment
empty without the next
without forward motion
just more chaos
more oxytocin, more dopamine
flooding my bloodstream, each ruptured cell
my sight grows dim
flooding my brain, every neuron ablaze
my reason grows faint
flooding my mind, the only soul I have
my thought grows loud
drowning in so much dopamine

filling the empty space where my heart was
and you give me a new sensation
something akin to love
your love is my drug
i need more although you are bad for me
i need your body on mine to ease the pain
i need your lips pressed against mine to fuel my addiction
i need you to drift me to sleep at night
your love is my drug
and i am helplessly addicted
i overdosed on you
I so want to tell you.
I so want to dream with you.
I want you know me better.
I am strong daydreamer, loner,
So full of kindness and loving feelings.

I know how to make you and me happy.
So happy to scream it to the whole world.

I can see ordinary life like full of
wonderful details.

I know how to make you feel so lively.
I am person who is always on foot.
Going through and exploring.
I will take your hand and go out to show you
how my seeing of life is
How you can be happy in details.

Life is so good when you are open to see.
To smile even when is not convenient.
To be open go out of ordinary acting.

This is me.
Daydream is my drug for you.
Everything with me is sweeter.
My Daydream.
When love is a drug.
Athena Feb 6
I want to drown myself
in ecstasy tablets
I want to fill a room with
marijuana smoke
so thick you can't see past your fingers
and fall back onto the bed
I want to eat mushrooms
and lose myself
in a whole new world
and sit on the front steps of freedom
as the sun
sends cotton candy clouds
into an explosion of falling birds
I want to drink chemicals
straight from the vat
so that I can watch myself **** blood
and wonder what happened
last night
as I lay puking my insides out
all over the bathroom floor
I want you to blow smoke in my ears
and bake brownies
to fill the hole
in my stomach
and I want you to sit down with me
and watch everything
Life is a drug, so party
J Feb 3
Truth is,
most of us
are junkies.
chasing for
that hit,
paying with
our hearts,
all for the
high we get
from the
sweetest drug
called love.

I promised
myself that
I’ll be sober
and clean.
I need to
get you
out of
my system.
Out of my system.
saffronne Jan 30
It’s like a drug,
Or like a blade.
This burning love,
Would turn in it’s grave.
I was seduced
in Barnes & Noble,
lured to the  poetry section
next to coffee and pastries

I touched her Blue Iris,
fondled her Red Bird
and recounted why
she wakes to watch
the early sunrise

She looked better than I remembered
in a brown jacket
with a striking
emblem of a bear
on the front
She took me to her tent
near Truro
and told me of turtles, toads,
hermit *****,
and her fear
of ridding her garden
of a small harmless snake

I spill my passion
on the beach’s sand — our bed for now

Under her cover
she shares phrases,
moles, verbs,
and curves
of sweet new perceptions

We are intimate beyond belief
through her verbal kisses
which bring sweat to my palms

I’m high, hallucinating
on Mary
my drug of choice

I’m having an affair
with Mary Oliver
I am re-posting this in light of the recent death of Mary Oliver.  I miss her
Karan Sharma Jan 24
My parents were so proud of me
the day I left

'Don't worry'
Said my addiction
'We'll let them down soon!'
As it rubbed its hands in delight

I kept my good word,
and got straight back to using,
like I'd never left.
Like picking up regular shifts
at a job I hated.

I've actually never stopped using,
Not for seven years.
Sure I kicked the drug habit,
But boy I learned to love drinking.

Guess what happened next?

Like in any story, I met a girl.
And like any addict, I got back to using.
Only this time it was different.

I began to use her,
Her attention (or lack of it)
Her smiles (or her tears)
Her hugs (or her avoidance)
Every single crumb, drop and vapour of hers' would get me high.

She knew I was obsessed,
I spent lavish amounts on her,
For she was a commodity in high demand,
But I had to go and do something really insane to show how much I was addicted,
And finally she cast me out.

It was always me who stopped using,
Now the drug was the one who was breaking my addiction,
Still I'm struggling to get clean.
I've even gone back to using drugs that got me here in the first place.

I'm always going to be an addict,
It just depends on how many times I want to use before I decide to go into recovery.

This time is going to be the last.
Thank you for getting rid of me, I was never going to get clean on my own.
Tanzim Ahmed Jan 22
Thinking of you is a drug I take often.
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