BITTEN
script meant to be breaking
look at her lips
dried spit
prescriptions she's taking
ABUSE
refused to drape pages of her dictionary
barely coherent
glaring down the barrel of scary
HOSPITAL
doctor hopping non stopping
flop house drop out
promethazine shopping
Little's off limits
when spending for a fix
resembles chicks kickin' it
in ***** flicks
GROAN
gripping brand new afflictions
contradiction slips in
feeding needy addictions
BAGS
dark circles under eyes
hurriedly she scurries
lures 'em in
WITH
powder and lies
NIGHT
simile for syringe
when fun packs it in
pouting begins
just as the binge ends
SHAMELESS
mosquito suck
she bites what's sweet
for a crisp fifty
gets on her knees
and gives you
something neat
Bitten script
meant to be breaking
take in love
the sum of her faking
She's no longer in trouble
but the definition of trouble
run away baby
don't make it double. >
©2014 ~JSL PoetTreez Publishing
Categories:
promethazine, abuse, beauty, corruption, desire,
Form: Rhyme
The feel of your body next to me
Is similar to the buzz of promethazine
Or a triple stack of ecstasy
And every word that you speak
Is equivalent to a bag of weed
But who needs that?
Every kiss is a hit of crack
I often try to quit
But I always relapse
This is driving me insane
And you my Prozac
So I know that I am an attic
Because withdraw kicks in when I can’t have it
How could I let this happen?
It’s apparent the change is drastic
I think they call it punch drunk love now
Left me hung over and strung out
I love the high but hate the come down
I’d do whatever to get some now
Next thing you know, I overdose
Comatose and each time I wake from my coma
My need for you grows even stronger
As I wear this look of somber
I pray to feel this way no longer
I longed for love, until up crept love upon my shoulder
Who would have guessed I would be a junkie
Man, I wish love was sober
Categories:
promethazine, lovelove, me,
Form: I do not know?