i've got a friend and now she scares me so
i love when she's here, and i hate when she goes
i feel so attached and so empty without her
so i swallow down and i'm normal for hours
when will i take her away? if ever
i'm so afraid
that she'll never leave
i'm so attached and tounge tied unto her
she makes me so happy, and i feel so
so fuzzy and warm as long as the blood flows
i long for her while i've not yet reached afterglow
i know this is wrong
and i almost know why
and i almost can care, but really, i don't
i'm so enamored of her and so seldom
can i go for more that an hour with out her
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Nice! Addiction poems always get to me. The love hate relationship is represented in full force, my friend. Very nice, once again.
thank you, very much. this one was written during that couple of days i mentioned in that email today. i am quite sure that she will never be leaving...my doctor is sure too, unfortunately.
that's something a couple of my junkie pals never understood, how fucking lucky they were having the option of quitting. you know, they run out, have 3 or 4 really bad days, then, other than the cravings, they're pretty much ok. shit...i've never made it more than about 20 hrs without something since 2002. the pain reaches suicide-inducing strength well before the withdrawals even kick in...
and people still try to tell me what a wonderful fucking "gift" life is.
rm
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