don't even need to take a hit when i think of you
because i'm already high enough
chemicals are released in my head
by just the very mention of your name
an addiction is what some call it.
seems bad right?
but how bad can it be when there are only three outcomes?
overdose.
help.
death.
but when the drugs didn't get me high
and the chemicals weren't produced
I became sober from you.
or so I thought,
until you did that one little thing
the obsession began
and I gave in once again
relapse.
relapse.
relapse.
another rollercoaster ride
already have my ticket
because I wasn't thinking
and i'm not even surprised.
so, here we go again
maybe this time it will kill me
but i don't even care
because what else is there to live for
when i can't have you.
AN
lmao this is old and bad as shit but i'm still going to post it because yolo, i have like 1 or 2 more old poetry shit until i can post my new stuff! -ava
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toxic.
PoetryA collection of poetry written about my thoughts, feelings and emotions
