Thursday, July 16, 2015



you are like a drug, my dear
a potent, powerful drug
my throat restricts
and my blood runs quicker
from overdosing on you
my head is swirling
and it's all so confusing
but once the hangover dissipates
i know that you're no good for me
the memories only come in flashes
as if too painful to recall
or perhaps just too jumbled
you are like the worst kind
of drug, my dear
the worst kind of drug

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