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Like Dope..

Ambulance sirens ring in my ears
abruptly jerking me into the now..
Only I wake to see it is me in the back,
hooked on ivs and a monitor, but how?
Why?
The last thing I remember is staring into your eyes,
as you held my hand, caressing each of my fingers.
I distinctly remember your scent, and yet still it lingers.
Like dope, I can't get my fill of you.
Always wanting more, greedy for every piece of you.
I look around in hope of you being there, but you're gone.
Where are you now?
I need my fix, and I must admit
your absense has me in a fit.
Craving your touch, wanting to feel its bliss.
Like dope, I'm the fiend, I need a hit.
I'm like a spoiled child, and you are my enabler.
I'm begging you, give me what I need now, not later.
Your hands I want to feel, your kiss I want to savor.
To describe when you're near me, words can't even come close.
When in reality, you are the cause of my overdose.
Like dope, you consumed my life, taking away my self restraint.
I honestly never actually thought that you being my drug of choice
would get this bad.
Like dope, I need to get clean...sign me up for rehab.

- Poetic Gawdess
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