I’m addicted to the way poetry feels
The way it writes
I’m addicted to the way music feels
The way it flows
I’m addicted to the blade
The way it cuts
I’m addicted to the thought of you
The way it hurts
I’m an addict with all the weapons of need:
A pen, a song, a blade, and you.
And I don’t want to stop.
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