Love Addict

He views love like a drug

Only good for the moment

So if you want the high to last

Better take bigger doses

Inhale. Hold in.

Don’t exhale the feeling

Unless you dare to risk losing momentum

Up to a figment of all his dreaming

He don’t believe that love is real

Unless you’ve known true pain

How can you give true love without experiencing true hate?

These are the convos that plague him during our debates

Yea scars run deep it’s not hard to tell

But I can read between the lines

Right into his wishing well

Everything he wanted

Had been in a good friend from the start

But those scars they run deep

It took knocking at deaths door

To finally jar him from his sleep

Now we both praying on our knees

That when he finally comes home

The last time

Won’t be the last time he saw me

Awake in his presence

He has a debt of hugs and kisses

To collect on

And times ticking

My love can be addictive

But I hope your not depending on it as your lifeline

I don’t have an Insurance plan

For one I’m not married to

Should this end south

And a kidney is not in my cards

But know I will love you from the grave

And daughter will be the image of me

You should hold on close to

In order to carry on

I’ll only be a memory away

Wrapped in a tiny Blasiacan (Black, Asian, Mexican) version of me

Product of my OTSSDynasty