Overdose; Love. Poem by Dakota Ellerton

When you and I lay there,
not a thing need be said,
looking in your eyes,
I see all there is.
My hands caressing your flesh,
my thigh rubbing on your waist.
I feel so inspired.
My mind is clear, but foggy,
like a cloud of smoke,
seeping out of every inch of my being.
I am high,
you make me high,
my heart is pounding.
I hear an orchastra,
when there is none.
Not a sound.
I push aside my guilt, and selfishness takes hold.
Its as if my heart is beating so loud I can hear it echo.
I lean close for just one taste.
My world, my thoughts, my life
is about to be torn down.
My sanity, is no more,
and yet with one embrace,
I'd willingly destroy you all.
I can not give,
what I no longer have.
Love, is a word so miserable,
it stakes the heart of anyone foolish enough to believe it.
A poison slowly released into the blood stream,
you don't have long to live.
So why stop this madness?
I will endure your love,
as you have mine.
I will perish with satisfaction.
Just one more, I say.
One more, one more.
And too long has passed.
If I were to die,
if my heart were to stop while i sleep,
or my liver were to drown from acetaminophen,
I need not more love,
but simply to remember what I had.