I came with broken bones - Poetry Collection- 2010

You help but kill

I like this feeling

This woozy air headed feeling

I like you, your round and white

Chalk to the fingers

Bitter

to the tongue

You make me tired, you make my eyes drowsy

And my mind still

I feel free I feel wonderful

I feel...

But I don't want to get addicted

Like a pill popping idiot

I just want you to make me feel tired

And

weak

But then again you're bad

Bad for my taste and heart

You make the morning feel like shit and gray

Without color and love

You lack the ability to let me see reality

I hate you for what you've done

But yet I love you

I'm not sure if I can live with out you