junkie.

Posted on 2 May 2016 by what sandra thinks

junkie.

junkie.

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
necessity
I need it
living without it is
impossible
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

swirl.

©what sandra thinks

About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes 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 Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. 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:
    2 May 2016 at 8:11 am

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

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  2. Dr Meg Sorick says:
    2 May 2016 at 8:47 am

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

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  3. thelonelyauthorblog says:
    3 May 2016 at 12:19 pm

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

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