The Drug

Boy, the way you got me feeling
ain't even funny.
You've slammed me down,
smacked me around,
cracked my view,
and stabbed my chest.
Now I'm hooking up my body on many diff chemicals
trying to regain my balance
but it does nothing but make me feel worst.
I can't concentrate, can't recover
mood swings every time I see you
headaches every time I think of you
Why must you be the first boy to make
me internally crazy as I am?
I am weak, I am weary
tired of being affected by you
They say love's a drug
Well, fck love.
You're the drug.

by Chaotic Life aka Curly Mer

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