you are the drug
i find in my mug
and i'm the addict
without a restrict
when we talk
when we talk
i feel so alive
and i thrive
when we don't
when we don't
i'm mad at the world
and my body is curled
a ball on the floor
aching for more
while in the old used mope
is a small flash of hope
you give me signs
but then you don't
i miss the old times
when you did want
you send a risky text
and i wonder what comes next
i fall for it every single time
it's kind of a crime
how you play with my feelings
while we stare at the ceilings
no ounce of guilt in your soul
do you really think you did nothing wrong at all
you're honestly all i ever did want
but i can't let you like that my heart to haunt
or at least i try not to
since my walls are already down for you
i let you affect me
i allow you to hit me
to use me when you are bored
because at least it fills the board
that lays on the road
you can see the cars that slowed
that empty white one
waiting to be seen by the sun
but the sun avoids it
leaving the board alone to sit
smudged and filled with fake word
it is not very visible, it's absurd
the moon is there for comfort
hugging the board at the port
looking at the silent sea
which seems to be so free
the board wants to be like the sea
but to succeed it needs a key
the magical key is a bit of a trick
since it requires to hit you with a brick
to ditch the idiotic boy
which would kill short the joy
the board begs the girl to leave
but how could i breathe
without you i can't exist
i would rather slit my wrist
than cutting you off
and having to act tough
you are a glass of wine
and i'm an alcoholic
or maybe you're just my design
my life is anything but frolic
stas here!
how are you guys?
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Shadow Whispers | Poetry
Poetrythey told me all of my cages were mental so i got wasted like all my potential
