what the hell is love anyway? why is there this supposed special connection to someone. And why do we fret so much when it goes away? what makes it different than a friendship? is it the extra doses of horomones you get from kissing? (wich, lets face it, is oly a trigger to the brain to think of ****** contact) why must humans search and find this ONE person the propose impossible promises to? Most animals just let their ****** need envelope them when they choose and dont think too much on the subject. But doses of religion and morals of society prohibit us from doing that. Are those morals the things telling us to seek out this unreasonable aspect of love? are those morals the secret to these pain-inflicting circumstances? becasue, all feelings are are certain levels and mixtures of horomones in the brain, so love is nothing more than a science. The thing that seperates the link between enjoing someone as a friend and as a suitor is ***. and the eason people get heartbroken and cry over losers who hurt them are merely the fault of morals

A steady stream bellowing out my nose
i wanted to play today sniveling staring at my toes
why now must i feel so, voice hoarse cannot go
cannot speak, cannot sleep, even force of will fails me.
Stuck in bed enjoing a *** head eating at my brain
as zombiesaurus might know, i too am going insane,
crumbly delight, a ******* helps fight with crunchy grain
ahd and aaaaand now i, sqhinting, can barely see.
Even so i roll with it, my thoughts and me, we are
desperation to derision, derivition a bit far
the demons within trying to be free i sternly bar
God help me, i'd feel good though if freely they'd be.
Coughing hurts again, feels i'll never win, never win i say
but through the delerium, i cut through a foggy bay
whats this i see, mom with soup, i might survive i may
warm feelings abound, a smile in my face, not the worst day.

I've imagined it many times
You and me together
All those years from now

I see us come alive
Enjoing each other
and living our best life

With a nice place
where we can be free
and just be together at last

It will be our happy place
the house atop the hills
that we have created
now come alive

Cozy winter nights
spent together by the fire
and summer afternoons
spent together by the pool

This will be our life
as we have discussed it
many times
you and I
from here on out

Ive hurt
Every time I lied.
I’ve beat myself over
For denying what was true
I care deeply for you
Though you see lies
I don’t make you a fool
I don’t intend to
I hate the nights
Where I have been wide awake
Were you asleep think
I’m dreaming too
It’s hurts me so much
That I can’t be true , I can’t resist
i breaks me down that I
Relapsed ,
Wanting not to do but
addiction manipulatesr Too
I hate that as I lay you
You must imagine I’m having a good time .
When I’m High
You imagine that I’m enjoing
Not knowing all I think is how
much more this ***** tearing me apart.
I’m crying.
Addiction will forever live in me
Wether Active or Overcomed
This drug will Always come
Aslong as I’m Happy , Positive
I won’t want to take a hit
But Even if nothing’s going on
My body & mind will randomly itch.
Ive been walking with this for too long to just erase it .
To forget I had a habit .
BABY IT HURTS ME
I’m continuously Struggling
To Get over everything
Be able to resist.
ITS HURTING ME
Baby I’m thinking , I’m breaking
I’m tearing.