Junky For His Love

By TheUltimateOutlaw

I’m sick.
I’m sick with it.
It started as a game
But somehow now its so much more,
My sickness, my disease,
My temptation,
His love.

Tempting
As it was I
Never thought it would go
This far. Now I’m shaking without
It. I’m sick without it,
My heroin.
His love.

I’m sick
I’m sick with it
Black out on the corner
Of the street. Can’t breathe without it
I can’t be without it.
I feel this hole.
His love,

Was there
And now is gone
And I’m sick, sick with it,
My stomach curled inside my throat
and sweating bullets now.
I’m sick with it,
His love.

Junky
For your love dear,
Withdrawal’s such a bitch.
So now I’m stuck, stuck without it
And you won’t give me a fix
I’m sick with it
His love.

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© 2009 TheUltimateOutlaw
Published on Monday, March 2, 2009.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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