BubbsPoetry

My fix, man I need you quick. It has only been a hour, yet I'm going through withdrawals, and the pain from these symptoms are unbearable. When did I get to this point? Where I need my fix to indulge in a high, which gets me spinning around getting like I can fly. I, I, I, I need you, it, my fix, and quick! Without it my heart hurts, and I break out into a sweat. Someone suggested rehab, but I have no regrets. But right now i need it cause I'm going insane. I need this fix and quick! Cause right now I can't eat, I can't sleep, i can't think, I can't blink. I can't talk, mane look at me I can barely breath. I need to satisfy this craving. This craving that my soul yearns for. Just my fix, nothing less nothing more. And I need it quick! My family tried to intervene,  but nothing they could say or do could keep me from my addiction. I just need to get alone, ugh who cares who's watching? Not me! So I release myself and let my fix in. ...

Does love not feel? Because half the time it seems to be just a word, Spewing out of your mouth and polluting my heart. The word sounds nice illuminating my smile, But I get discouraged because it only last a while. And then I'm left with the torment of our memories, This lack of communication makes me feel as though we're less than friends. And this cold shoulder is causing me to go numb. Yet I still try to keep the feelings where they were, but you don't do the same. Got me wondering if love feels, but it must do. Cause my heart hurts when I feel the disconnect. Like we're sprint, but I don't want to change services. I mean does love not feel for you? Or is just some expression like hello? Do you put it on for a show? Pulling back the curtain as I call your name. To entertain the world and then later the same, weakness of our love. This LOVE causes me to feel insecure, but does it not feel for you? Because you continue to smile like nothing has...

The flesh is weak, the flesh is weak. So I try to let my mind speak, but that's no help. Cause my thoughts possess memories of the bad times gone good. Where sin was as fresh as pastries and were as sweet too. Where temptation would strike and I wasn't prepared, so we would get to second base, but never make it home. Now my sister asking where old dude, feeling like a fool I would only answer who? The flesh is weak, the flesh is weak. Tried to avoid urges of mishaps, but when I get good at it I always seem to relapse. Why can't I seen to be stronger? Tried lifted weights, but not even that seemed to withhold the strength of Satan's weight. And he laughed as I seemed to yet again fall back into his pit. The flesh is weak, the flesh is weak. Now I'm doing things for the heck of it. Know I'm smarter than that, yet I seemed to get out smarted by the devil's wit. Looking in the mirror not loving myself, so I'm trynna hide it with concealer. Th...