Shooting Up

Falling in love is the same thing as understanding drug addicts,
A manifestation in which rationality runs to the window and hops out
My eyes too are now glassy without you
And all I'm concerned with is when is my next fix

I understand how you repeatedly go back to something that destroys you
For the hope that maybe this time it won't
Long intricate wording is not needed for the word that turns grown men into puppy dogs
And sane strong women into canvasses splattered with purple and green blotches
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First poem stumblings