When I come off you it's like a drug
At first I'm a sweaty mess
the aftermath leaves me wondering
will I go crazy when I wake up?
I have to search for that high somewhere else
always compromising
never feeling the same sweetness or warmth
gone like an empty stare.
My body feels warn out
but my mind is still working
Maybe I'm on a natural high
Wouldn't that be a lovely thought
Coming off you isn't like one drug
more like ten
I tell myself that 'this' is my newest drug
but it's not out there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem