Composure Lust

Alan R

Addictions are driving me

To the woods with you 

I am tempted to

Sabotage, everything else 

For these words, for you



Take me to that emerald lake

So one day I can write again

About your green eyes

And the pine trees

And my sinking heart



What an irony!

A consistent high

With that inconsistent guy

It creates some madness 

I am using you as my drug



Yes I know, I am not the only one

I should get in line and wait 

For your tantrums to subside 

'Cz When you take me in...

...It takes me to places...



...Where I'm consumed 

Becoming your drug, to write about 

Those fucking green eyes 

That are fucking me 

In neurotic, delusional places.




-Al



  • Author: Alan R (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 27th, 2024 00:59
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 4
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