id like to think im going insane
that there's a whole new chemical in my veins
never seen before
that i am a prescription never prescribed
a drug never discovered
before this very moment
that i am never getting high
but i am the high
i am the toxin
addicted to itself
self destruction in an addiction to its own urge to destroy
a threat to a threat
this conundrum of a drug
that leaves you floating in between
the space between heaven and hell
to where your spine burns with the ice below
and sweats at the sun from above
until you can be sliced open
and spill the pills you create and destroy
and there we sit
intoxicated on ourselves
slowly decaying
coughing up love and lust alike
and sweating out any sanity we have left
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he/him/you
Poetry[completed] some half assed thoughts i've had about unrequited love and unnecessary hope shattering revelations
