I don’t want to accept
that love is just a line to you
a pure white, crystal stretch of cocaine
designed to get me high,
lift me away from reality,
have me believing in fairytale hallucinations
and gorgeous visions
of impossibleness.
I breathed in
too deeply
You got me
so high
and then cut off
the supply.
I won’t blame you
for my addiction
but I blame you
for this ache
of withdrawal.
6:31pm Monday
20.January.2003
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Thank you! In this person’s case, I’m thinking it was HIM that qualified as a drug and I was most definitely addicted! Love was simply the bonus
and made the ache of withdrawal bearable. Without that love – yeah, I’d probably have buried him out in the backyard years ago for putting me through that! 
Kidding!
Love it, I wrote something similar..Love as a drug is so true and pure…It can be so addicting and the ache of withdrawal so real..Thanks for sharing.
As I’ve just mentioned on your page, I did stop by for a read straight after finding your first comment here. I posted a comment but it hasn’t shown up. I also made the suggestion that you’re welcome to post links to your poems here if you think they’re related in some way – map directions are good things, I think
With that in mind, here’s a link to PinkEmeralds poem, Addickion
Thank you!
LMAO!!! I understand…My poem is call adDICKion, if you have time read it. But I do feel your pain.. At least you don’t see love as the drug or the negative, to bad I do
Wow.. Love it.
As always, I am amazed, enchanted, and a little breathless.
Having been similarly drugged, I am in awe of the quick, graceful way you draw your pictures, draw your connections, and draw your net closed over pieces of my past and my memory.
(I’d have said wow, but someone else beat me AND it’s getting redundant.)
Ahhh, thanks Molli, so sweet for the link…