your love is a drug
scary and beautiful
words charming and wicked
lift me to heaven
invade every part
of my body
rushing through my veins
like laced heroin
I am alive
I love the high
not just pleasure
I need it
living without it is
I have committed
a felony but
I cannot go without
have to have a fix
you are my fix
I will overdose
Until it kills me
My deadly addiction


©what sandra thinks

About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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9 Responses to junkie.

  1. Miriam says:

    Well I’ve had my fix for the night now. Thanks Sandra.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. I think we can all relate – there’s always one person, one who is so bad for you, but so very irresistible!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Love can be addictive. Great write. Lovely image too.

    Liked by 1 person

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