I do not take narcotics
But you're the drug
I got myself ecstatic when I'm with you
And even higher when you're away
I'm sleepless at night
Your presence coursing in my veins
They say too much sadness can kill
Darling, I could die of a broken heart
YOU ARE READING
How A Poet Bleeds In Ink
PoetryA grieving poem full of rage, regret and affection dedicated to the person who unknowingly made my in-love-teenage world fall apart.
