Cocaine

im dying to make you
wake up
and make up
and own up
to the mis-takes.
You made hearts ache
and minds shake
You lost time
in your own whine
What about mine?
My Time?
These things i'll never
get back
they're burnt black
lost in crack
you're crack co-caine
you're lost.
loss.
losing.
loser.
you're a poser.
it makes my brain fack- facking?
-fucking-
hurt.
The End//

 

@#$^%*&%
it looked cooler the way i wrote it, all spaced out, and stuff
BUT &*^&$ IT WONT LET ME INCLUDE THE EFFIN SPACES!!!!

 

I like your poem a lot. Did you or a close one struggle with cocaine addiction?

 

i know a bunch of people who do.
mainly my psycho ex's addiction affected me the most though.

 

Sorry to hear that. At least you have your writing ability.

 

I bet with the format you intended this would look and read really cool.

 

the poem you wrote is terrific..you describe it very well...and..our wording is very very sofisticated.

 

how to you manage to capture things so well!?! i wish i could do that. you really have an amazing gift, hun.

 

Your time is Now. I love your directness and your exposed truth in the face of all the lies and schemes you feel. Playful and erotic; Wise and simple; Suffering and loving. I feel your woes.