Poetry

Addictions.

Pink ones.
White ones.
Blue ones.
Green ones.
All so pretty.
All so deadly.
Tan ones.
Pale ones.
Blue eyed ones.
Tall ones.
All so special.
All so sour and sweet.
I took a pink one and held a boys hand.
I took a white one and kissed a boys lips.
I took a green one and have sex with a boy.
I took a blue one and cried alone in my room.
I took another blue one.
I took another pink one.
I took another green one.
I took another white one.
I took the whole bottle.
I could be addicted to you but every addiction turns into a disease.