High
opiods of the masses, oxycodone.
yummy. slows me down.
makes me warm
I feel love.
Kratom, Kava Kava,
Marijuana.
Overdosing on love.
I feel love.
and I feel very sick.
love sickness.
mental anguish cured by broken ribs.
how I got the narcotics.
but they don't last.
love doesn't last.
I won't die if you don't die.
I will resist the temptations.
I will go sober, I will be clean.
I know who I love, I lied before.
I wish you knew that I want more.
Copyright © Zachariah Jones | Year Posted 2017
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