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I want to be your Drug

The pills that make you see,
right through me,
the smokes that make you blur,
that make you think you know everything for sure,
the others that do so much worse...
Will someday lead you to your hearse,
its like your putting your head against a gun,
Instead of turning to them, ill be the one,
you dont realize that if you dont proceed with caution,
without you in my life youll put me in a coffin,
Ill always be here, when you need to fall,
ill always be there, right there with you, through it all...
I remember the first day we met,
I stared at you like a sunset...
wishing something so beautiful, didnt have to go away,
when you did, I ran around and strayed,
it started pooring rain, I was sitting all alone,
motionless, thinking, still as a stone,
I get to my feet and run to your house,
like everything around me is the maze, and im the mouse,
im here, I knock at your door,
no ones answers, I walk in, and see you on the floor...
You wake up next to me in a strange place,
I start to cry, looking you in the face,
I sit still, looking her in the eyes..
Than she asks me, "why do you cry"
I sit for a moment, not uttering a sound,
its quiet, too quiet, all around,
"Because I love you, I know this might sound strange,
but ill always love you, even if you dont change,
Even if you turn to those drugs instead of me,
and instead of confronting your problems you flee,
I dont care, im here,
to fight away your fears,
for someone to hold,
and someone there when your cold,
someone to be there instead of the drugs,
if you think there addicting, try my hugs...
but, if you die...
I wont cry,
I wont utter a noise,
I wont move, shift, or change my poise...
Why?'" You wonder...
because I will be right there next to you... six feet under

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Written January 26th, 2006

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  • bludstaindsoliloquy
    January 29, 2006
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    I know how you feel. My boyfriend now is the love of my life . . . but he was also my bestfriend. He is in college and does a lot of stupid things. He has a misdemeanor . . . drug related . . . his older brother came home from college a couple of years ago as a paranoid schizophrenic from ACID use . . . and he still wasn't stopping. I told him something similar to this . . . and he stopped for me . . . because I loved him sooo much and he loved me.

    This was a very, very powerful piece.