Poetry & Art

My druggy

You were like a drug that I’ve never taken before.

I’m not really into that anyways, but this one, I could take it for days.

I couldn’t understand why I was so addicted to you.

I think you probably did some voodoo on me the minute I started to interact with you.

I’d look forward to hearing from you every day because I knew you’d change my mood.

The more I would be around you and speak to you, I started to see why some people do the drugs they do.

Addiction at its best.

I could never get enough of you.

The highs, the lows, the feeling of being so mellow.

The dopamine leaving my body every time I heard the sound of your voice.

This drug made me focus.

I could watch you day and night.

I would fiend just to be by your side.

You made me relax, kind of like a Percocet I would have to take if I was experiencing pain.

You helped heal the pain.

This is how I knew you were my favorite drug of choice.

Every time I would see you, I just kept wanting more and more.

Everything I did, I would think of you.

I didn’t have to take anything hard when you existed.

You were a drug I had never experienced before.

My body would go numb every time you even looked at me.

You didn’t even have to speak and I was on cloud nine.

I loved this type of high.

Thank you for getting me right every time.

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by Precious Ferrell

I am a 22 year old college graduate. Poetry helps me put my feelings and thoughts into words, when I cannot seem to verbally express them. I love the arts, I believe it was my first love. I hope to reach others out there who feel the same way I do most times.


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