Literature
Diary of an Addict
You're a toxin; a poison coursing through my veins and I couldn't be happier dying this way.
Your hands light me ablaze and your tongue is acid,
I swear you're a living narcotic.
(Take me higher, please.
Hit me again, take me higher.)
If you weren't so charming, addictive, I would have walked away a long time ago.
But in the end, I wish you had loved me for real.
I know I'll only be one of many but will you remember me when the day is done?
Even the day after my lips are red and stinging; when you're rough, I remember.
A red mark on my collarbone reminds me of you when you leave;
do you need help remembering me?
(Take me higher, pl