Addiction
Your love wears off on me like medicine does to a junkie
Your love wears off on me like a razor and the need to bleed
But I keep coming back for more
Because nothing’s made me feel like this before
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brookesteen13
Hello! I'm a beginner poet trying to improve. I would love some constructive criticism so that I can develop some skills. I tend to write what I feel
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