My Kind Of Drug (Poem #130)

He’s the good kind of bad

either the kind you wish you never had

or you wish you could always have

there’s nothing in between

with this kind that’s dangerously addicting

He’s the drug you know you can live without

but you pretend that in life,

needing him is what it’s all about

He’s the drug that messed up your veins

sent delusions to your brain

it tricked you into thinking

that the nastiest flaws of one human being
could possibly be an art

it will free your soul

but it will numb your thoughts

it will be the only drug

you’d allow to fuck up your heart.

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Forever Winter

Just reading and writing my way out of this messy adult life! I have transitioned from having piles of notebooks stacked underneath my bed from writing on the internet and allowing people worldwide to read.

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