Love Junkie

Can you feel it?
The slow pulse,
The gathering pressure,
Steadily building for the burst and afterwards?


You know it’s a potent drug right?!
Please! Tell me you know you’re a drug love??!!!!

Cause of you, meeting my first girlfirend was
2pm banging on my dealers house
Hoping he had a dime bag left
Talking to my fifth babe was
Peeling, unfolding, emptying,
Then rolling that green in greedy anticipation
And our first kisses?
Reminiscent of my very first puff
Since I held the scent of you, I’ve never wanted to exhale

I’ve always wanted you in me,
Couldn’t quite enjoy the wait
As I, carefully and systematically pulled the leaves off your cactus
Wanting nothing but your LOUD cannabis
You got an abundance of gifts to give
And I’m glad to receive all you were meant to give
Every moment provides many a woman to share you with
And I would gladly go halves on your natural feel
Willingly split your “don’t give a flauck” feeling down the middle with someone worthy


Love! Can I call you Jane?
Yes, no, maybe?
You amplified my flesh,
Added what was missing to my life
Opened my eyes and showed me how vivid and beautiful ugly could be
Charged my perception, reflected my true reflection
Your Christmas trees, reminds me of angel hairs on fire, such an orange burn, I love your glow
How you burn soft and slow, a delicious neon
Unravel your spindly corpse as I put my lips on yours,
Take off your flesh and Let us climb intimacy and birth the death of me
Make a paper plane joint of my bones, a bong off my skull
A cigarillo of my skin and a bloody red dawn of my eyes
And while you have my spirit flung high in the sky
Don’t let go, don’t grow old and ripe for a break up
Don’t you know I enjoy your high???

Yo, seriously, a pull of your smog…
A pull of your smog was all I ever needed to become your junkie
At age fourteen I met this girl
She could make my heart race
Paved an introducing lane to your seedless grace
Since that age, this seed in a pot, shot from its bud, and grew to be your hemp slave,
I need you
Even though you’ve bruised me
Many more times than I care to remember
I know that nothing is perfect
One day, will find the one and will O.D together

Signed your chronic love junkie

Dear Ex Girlfriend

Dear Ex Girlfriend
I dare to hope that this poem
Will someday reach your ears
Cause you’re no longer here
I know you’re where you want to be
...But it’s hard for me to forget you
When everything around me
Reminds me,
That you were once so close I could draw you near
That I could grasp your face
While I fondled your hair
The air sizzled of your blood scent and I scarcely cared
Cause then, I could grasped you harder than you held my gaze
Now these days all I have are your apathetic memories
You were magic made flesh, but even miracles fade
when our friends and family ask “what happened to us”
I’ll tell them my version of the truth
I’ll tell them that you named my love not good enough
I’ll tell them, I never knew what pain was
Till your skeleton fingers clinched heart
Ripped it in two, folded the pieces and ripped it twice more
As if my heart was made from paper cups,
Plate, pieces of garbage and everything you hate
you broke me like brittle glass
Made salt and water of my feelings
Took notice of my flaws and exposed it to the world
If I ever decide to one day love you again
I’ll remember how the day you broke me felt
Find a cliff high enough to tease the sky
With a gorgeous view and a dismantling drop that promises painless death
And I promise this, I’ll throw myself facedown
Meaning, I’m not that stupid to once more think you beautiful
Nevertheless, you taught me truth was naïve and I could bend it to my will
You showed me how to lie even when my tongue refused to help
You gifted me with heavy lids, taunting nights and misery
You set me down in your class,
Shoved apologies and the sorriest sorries down my throat
Read then fed me anecdotes that I swallowed too scared of the loneliness
But today I know, because of you
I know what remorse really means, it means
“Damn I got caught give me a second chance to cheat and perfect my technique”
It means “well I like having you when I can;
You’re breathing human vibrator when I can’t land a 10 inch trick”
I don’t know how we got here, but we’re from were I’m standing
And the way I see it the only way to live with a broken heart
Is to love like a dick so I won’t get hurt like a bitch
Here’s to hoping that one day,
These kissed goodbyes you left tattooed on my back will fade with you
But till then I pray, I pray you never find joy
That you taste of the poisoned potion and ruin you made of me
Those men you always wanted will sex you like a pistol with one bullet in it:
Only good for one round and one night…..
Do not ask that I forgive you
Beg that I can forgive myself for ever saying hello