i am a drug
you breathe me in like air
you let me destroy you
and yet you want more in your lungs

I sit down in tweak town
To jot down a new noun,
A nice verb, a poetic sound,
But all that comes out
Is blah blahs, and doubt.
There’s not enough coffee,
To help satisfy me,
As long as I compare myself,
To everybody else.

So here in caffeine city,
The poetry is witty.
Every verse excites me.
Ever line invites me,
To be better.
Speed is my muse,
As long as I let her.

A nicotine lozenge,
Four milligram a piece,
Helps me stay awake,
Until, I am allowed to sleep;
Helps me to stay alert,
Helps me write this verse,
But in the end
The zzzz will hit me worse.
I guess, I should have just gone to bed
Instead.

My love to you is a drug

I try to stop it,

But I keep on thriving for it.

Is that good or bad?

you've got a hold on me.
so tight that it almost seems that I cannot breathe,
but at that last second you let me up,
to get the sustenance I require to be, just be.
and you pull me right back down to your own personal hell.
but I love it, I live for it.
I live for the beauteous torture that you are because
you, my dear,
you've got a hold on me.

I smell the energy rising from you,
drifting swirls of vapour hitting me as
your heat embodies itself in the air's
molecules. I smell the importance of
you, significant to everyone except
me. You're a drug, coursing through their veins and
giving their brains exactly what they have
been craving, yet I am resistant to
your eniticing ways. The promise of that
electric focus as my heart picks up
the pace to follow everyone elses...
it doesn't appeal to me anymore.
I lost my hunger for you a long time
ago, when you started to wear me down,
and now the only drug I will ever
crave again is him.

She's a wild fire.
Can't be stopped.
Free and forever wild.
Bright yet frightening.
Conquers anything she touches.

I was drawn to her like a moth.
You want to tame her
But you take away what you love the most about her if you do..

I am what's constant to your brain,
I know you want me, but I can't feel your pain,
I am what mentally keeps you insane,
And the pleasant of your words are in vein,
 
I am what makes you so blind,
Not even your heart can leave me behind,
I am what stays on your mind,
You'll feel me, when you've been hit in the back of the head,
I am what makes you fall, ' Cause it's you I want dead.
 
I am what gave up your life,
Everything you had, even your wife.
But don't be afraid,
It was an even trade,
I am the sacrifice you've made,
It's the little one's who needed you to pray,
Instead you let them astray.
 
I am not what's wrong, but right,
I am the anger that makes you fight.
I am what's wrong,
But where you belong.
 
I am what makes your cries fade,
And the sun shade,
I am what makes the hurt go away,
But I am the game that you like to play, and
What brings you back everyday,
    Once the pain is gone,
    I AM what makes you strong,
    I AM not what you give,
    I AM the greed,
    I AM not what you want,
    I AM what you need,
    I AM not what you see,
    But what makes your heart weak.
 
I am what made your life drain,
I am actually the cause, and blame,
Of what drives you insane,
I am the hidden soul that makes your blood bleed,
I am the addiction they call "SPEED".

You're a cigarette and I
can't find a patch.
You taste foul in my mouth,
my tongue is dried out and my
words taste like tar as your
name rattles out;
I feel sickly satisfied as I realize
I have nothing else to scratch my itch.

You are
You have always been
a bad habit.

I quit.