My Fix - Poem by Han's poems
I remember my first taste
never before been in such an euphoric
finally i found a cure to my mood swings
i was saved from my terminal disease
i found a high that never seemed to cease.
My daily dose started to be too much
his lips, his scent, it became my weakness
i started to need him like a junkie needs a
That stash of morphine that makes it all
to his love i was helplessly addicted
on longer a desire he became my need.
But after every fix my morphine ended
bidden came the time my highs couldn be
all my veins broke my heart it continously
My blood needs cleansing from his poison
its all worth it the sweat, the fear, the pain.
Got to be strong stand on my own two feet
i refuse his venom im breaking the habit.
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