You call me closer
There is nothing to do
Why would I want to resist you?
A love spiked drug that lays in my heart
You'd tear me apart, but what would that do?
I'd still be chasing after you
Holding your hand close under dimming lights
Laughing and crying and I will always be alright
Tiles placed like a plan, laid down by an unknown god's hand
A sheltered corner for us to land
I'm past the breaking point
I already had the breakdown
Now I lay my creaking joints
I could never let you go
I've overdosed ages ago
Your toxic light drags me in again
I grab hold of your anything
Who knows what morning might bring?
You and me?
YOU ARE READING
toxins / poetry
Poetry[all my friends are toxic] [but so am I] A white shelf. Rows of blank medicine bottles. You pick one off the shelf and drop it into your basket. Red. Your basket is red. The bottle falls with the sound of rain pound...
