Love
my anti-drug
it is
I swear
I wake up craving it
I spend all day in pain because of it
I go to bed shaking without it
and when the tiniest bit is given to me....
I grope at it
pull it close
smother it
and find it gone before I've had enough
It hurts
I hate it
but I crave it
It owns me
Love
it's my anti-drug
because when something I can't even touch makes me feel like this
what would drugs do to me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem