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Rehab

Your love was my drug.
My joint.
My crank.
My green.
My meth.
It made me speed. Made me crash.
It made me stutter, as I held your hand.
Never once did I look back…
At the things THEY said was “bad”.
With every taste.
With every sniff.
With every huff.
And every puff.
Our love became that thing, that thing I was.
Dreaming of…
Now that I can’t sleep. All I do is think of you.
Of your misty eyes, as I wave goodbye.
Of your hands tracing my body.
Making me flinch.
Making me try.
To fly as high.
As your body over mine.
Than smoke faded, heart stopped pounding.
I finally came down.
Your love was my drug,
I’m finally getting out of rehab.





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trblue said...
Jul. 12, 2010 at 4:04 pm
let me finish. her work and one line Your love was my drug. kesha i know it's diffrent by one word. but very good.
 
trblue said...
Jul. 12, 2010 at 4:02 pm
have you ever read crank or glass by ellan hopkins. it really feels like her
 
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