Tina
explaining how Tina makes me feel. In rhymes.

Hey Tina what’s been up?
I’ve missed you lately, let’s meet up?
It’s not as easy as i thought to just forget you, 1 week goes by and I’m ready to feel you.
Your narcotic charms, keep me chasing your thrill. Chasing your high is better than popping a pill.
I can’t stand the feeling without you, it makes life seem dull, I’ll do anything to find you.
You made me feel comfort with that first try, but you put your claws in and now I struggle to get by.
I was vunrubale, yet I should have known better, I’m now forever in recovery using my poems to write a letter.
I wanted to start a whole new life, yet you took that away and made me roll the dice.
At first it was fun and You make me I’m think I’m in control, but that’s what you do aint it?, you’ll do what you can just so you can take my soul.
It’s not even been a week yet, and I miss your fucking taste. It doesn’t taste good but it’s where my minds been misplaced.
I know your danger, disgusting and bad news, yet my cravings will have me sell my morals as I’m forever in your dues
You’ll make lie to my friends and steal when I need to, just to get that fix that me and you can get High too.
Your easy to make, too easy to find, you can even be made from shit where I don’t have to use my mind. Household products and pharmaceutical mixtures, let me be the scientist to create these fantastic fucking fixtures.
You see the thing is now, I’m stuck with the demons you gave me day in and day out. Why won’t you let me go? Let me bailout.
The psychosis you give me when I try and stay away, is that your punishment for trying to get away?
I want you Tina, I really do, you’ve tricked my mind into thinking I fucking need you.
Your sensation, your smell, your power to fuck me over true and well.
I’ve relapsed twice, I hope no more. I’ve even thrown you out of a moving car door.
I still feel your presence as the damage is done.
I’ve come to realise your no fucking fun.
I’m still trying to overcome you, your a fighting battle. But I’ve got too much going for me to let pass the bridge to this castle.
So Tina hear me loud and hear me clear , stay the fuck away from me, as I don’t want your damage to be anymore severe.
About the Creator
Troubles in my past.
Writer.
Poetry mainly about my struggle with addiction, relapse and the ongoing journey through recovery.




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