Rehab

it’s funny how they always come back

it’s as if I’m the drug they thought they could quit

what they didn’t bother thinking about

as they got high off my kiss and my skin

is the fact that there’s no rehab

for me.

 

 

 

Categories Creative Writing, Poetry, ProseTags , , , , ,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this:
search previous next tag category expand menu location phone mail time cart zoom edit close