Random (A Collection of One Shot Stories and Poems.)

Drugs

*sigh

my mood swings are kicking in, and sadly, you are not the drug I'm looking for 

I'll be searching and searching endlessly, but you're never there, so I'll drift away until I am nothing.

I want to write a song 

with a guitar 

but I don't know how to play guitar 

so I'll just write words that won't mean anything to you, because I am not the drug you're looking for 

it's the addiction that I'm talking about 

the obssession, 

I think you're familiar with it

it's so stupid. How we crave for so much attention from one certain person and still hope that someday, they will be the drug we're looking for 

you want more. We will always want more. 

why do you keep deceiving yourself? 

it's not helping, I swear. 

how's it working? any progress so far?

the discipline you try so hard to fix,

and you're completely contented with it?

Nonetheless, I'll continue searching for the drug we're all looking for

we don't stop until we've found it. I won't stop until I find mine. 

and that drug will suit the demons within me. It'll sate the monsters that crave nothing but lust 

it'll plunge me into its darkness and keep me there, but in the addiction, I know I am home.