Love
my anti-drug
it is
I swear
I wake up craving it
I spend all day in pain because of it
I go to bed shaking without it
and when the tiniest bit is given to me....
I grope at it
pull it close
smother it
and find it gone before I've had enough
It hurts
I hate it
but I crave it
it owns me
Love
it's my anit-drug
because when something I can't even touch makes me feel like this
what would drugs do to me?
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