Hook like an addict to drugs
I am the customer she's the plug
Call the police she is the thug
Who stole my heart of its love
Stuck in my brain like a slug
Indispensable as my Glock
I will trade my world for her hugs
Honestly, she got me possessed
Losing my mind I am depressed
This scenario looks so obscene
I think I am in need of help
Sobriety is what I yearn
The reality is that she has left
Moving on, I need to learn
Yet drunk in love I am still obsessed
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KRYS
PoetryWe all want to be different yet accepted We all want to be unique yet fit in I am who I am, past, future and present I am krys. Small poems about myself, what makes me me. Krys the good and the bad, the poet, lover, human, and monster. Behind every...
