Melt the heart on the spoon and
Take the needle.
Doesn't matter if it's clean.
Warms right up and melts for you.
Push the needle in.
God, it feels good to
Inject you inside of me.
You're there forever, no matter how
Bad it hurts.
You're gone now,
Seemingly stolen away;
Someone else's drug now.
God, it felt good to
Inject you inside of me.
You're there forever, no matter how
Bad it hurts.
I go through withdrawals now;
I can't seem to scratch that
Itch you scratched so well.
God, it felt good.
YOU ARE READING
The Chronicles of My Addiction
PoetryA collection of poetry I wrote when I was addicted to the sadness that a love brought upon me.
