addicted
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She's vanished
in sea of cyber space.
She wandered aimlessly
surfing unfathomable
regions of unknown origin
hoping to find
evidence of life
beyond four walls,
In the infamous words of Sara Bareilles
"I'm not gonna write you a love song 'cause you asked for it"
I won't write you one even if you beg and plead
You are the biggest thorn in my side
I had a good talk with a good someone. Realization that i don't have to keep any of you posted on nothing.. Nothing at all.
If you need to know , you probably know.
I’m addicted to a person
Who’s addicted to a drug
That played a mean trick
and no longer makes him numb.
“I’ll be right back,” he says.
I look at him and nod
You're the only one who can lift me up, make me happy with little to no effort. Just you being who you are is enough alone to remind me of all the reasons why I love you.
I used to to an addict with a bad addiction
Now I'm one of a kind, a limited edition
From being locked up with no sense of direction
Now I'm on full blast like an adrenaline injection
I was the innocent and you were the reckless.
At first I was amart and kept my distance
But you were like poison in my veins
And I couldn't get enough.
A heart should never ache like this,
my soul should never feel this much pain,
I need the dose of a loving touch,
I will be damned, before I live a day without you
You could send me to the other side of the world,
and I would still come back like I always do,
Touching you, Seeing you,
I need a fix.
Feeling you, Needing you,
I NEED this.
Missing you, Kissing you,
My love is real.
Addicted to, the thought of you,
you are hell
but I am addicted
I am addicted to so many dangers
but you are my favorite
you are slowly killing me
but I do not mind
suddenly i am julted awake by that feeling. it strikes through me like lightning and thunders in my head and leaves a pouring storm of rain falling continuously from my storm cloud eyes.
You say you love me when you're on your way, not there yet, but you're coming.Release your poison on my spread then tell me that I'm stunning.The humidity overwhelms any chance of fresh air.
Usually a book is read page by page and the words just fly by.
We could go back and re-read your whole story.
Just set aside some time.
But there's no time left to review.
What could I have said to save you?
"Drug abuse"- that makes me abusive.
So why do I feel like I'm the one who's been beaten?
Not the beaten that leaves bloodied lips and brown bruises
But the beaten
that leaves you in last place
in a contest
Sarah
She was born into an orphanage
Her reading disability is awful
Her emotionally traumatized brain can't help it
Her life spent without being wanted
Justin
Wishes he didn't have parents.
Understand, this is not right.Listen, hear me warn you.This is not a fair fight.You will fail, win, lose.
How
am I supposed to focus on all the good in life when I am ever so
Numb
like the scars on my wrist, the ones that never made it past my skin
Frantic
