Vices.
I got addicted to dangerous things.
Just so I could cope.
I've kissed your lips in my dreams.
Reality isn't real.
My vices help me remember.
The taste, the feel.
There is never enough.
There was never enough.
Sip.
Ash the tip.
Pull, drag.
Make clouds to ride on.
You're just out of my reach.
You're at the tip of sleep.
But sleep doesn't come as easy anymore.
And nights with you get rare.
I miss them.
My vices aim for them.
I can never touch you for long.
Up the dosage.
I need this.
I need you.
Stop running, I can't find you.
The fog, the rain.
The pain.
Jesus, the pain.
How gladly I'll hurt for you.
A taste.
I crave.
One more time, before the fog clears.
Let me taste those lips,
So I'll have a new memory to keep me sane.
Come back soon.
Visit me tonight.
So I don't forget you.
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Poetry"I'm desperately trying to heal myself." •. •. •. •. •. I strongly believe art isn't supposed to be pretty, or liked and understood by the masses. Art is supposed to make you unco...
