A CUP OF TEA AND HEROIN. ~The Tea~

​Tierd and bored,

Need somebody to hold.

Need comfort, need sleep…

..I think I want my number one cup of tea.
That should relax me, it should feel nice.
I’ll give her a text, i know it’s been long but she’ll surely reply.
I’m on my way to feel home again.
It’s a pleasure to know, it’s there when I want it..
I see her, I do, that’s my favourite cup of tea.. – you know that I missed you.
It’s been a while since I felt happy, been lonely for weeks, trying to feel okay.
But now you got me, make this last, I like the way you taste, wrap me in your warmth.
Ah, that feels good, relieves the months of stress, I need this cleansing potion to put me at rest.
Your the original flavour that I once fell in love with, im so used to it now, I think of reminding you how much this means to me but I’m afraid it could the wrong way.
Don’t get me wrong, I love you in so many ways, the way you look for me and how you keep yourself reserved, it never fails to amaze.

 Always available when I need you and as strong you make yourself for me,
– I like the way it all feels, pure and clean.
Wrapped up in your arms all through the night,I like my cup of tea just by my side.
Iv tasted other flavours, cherry,vanilla and strawberry too, they were nice for the moment but nothing compared to the original and so I came back to you.
You know what makes me feel right, you know what makes me feel good.
Iv enjoyed this tea break, ill be back again, like always, it’s been good.
Keep yourself warm & tender;I want to sip on you again..My favourite cup of tea, I know you’ll be here for me til the end.

A CUP OF TEA AND HEROIN. ~The Heroin~ 

I wait on my next dose.
Addicted since the very first day.
Can’t get enough even though it’s poison in every drop and every way.
The rush lasts for hours, helps me find comfort in the most discomforting way.

Maybe I’m a masochist, I always to try to run and break free but deep down I know I will never leave.

What can I do? This addiction started when I first layed my eyes on you. 

It’s highs and it’s lows, how my emotions are out of control. They sometimes sound like the laughter that forms from your jokes or look like heavy drops of water, down my cheeks they roll.

I wont lie, my heart hurts and at times I can barely move anymore. 
It’s killing me but keeping me alive, days that my heart feels heavy I question myself: why do I keep carry on living this way of life?
As I trail my finger tips on your fine skin, I speak to you in my mind. I tell you I love you and I miss you when your not around. I look at your face, peaceful and asleep, dreaming away.

I embedd your warmth in my hands, I curse myself for how addicted I am to your taste.

The aftertaste lingers for days, sometimes weeks go by without it.
I long for my dose, knowing it could come my way or never come back at all.
The hope to be in that state of high keeps me going til the next time it takes place.
My system is clear & my blood feels pure again, the feeling of being detoxed makes me think of staying this way..
& as soon as I think of choosing to fix the addiction, my phone beeps, flashes a message – my next dose is ready to be taken again.