The state someone is in
When they have an
Attachment to something
They know will only screw them over.
Your face is the ecstasy of love.
One does not have to be on drugs
To get high.
One simply has to sip from the love cup
To understand that once the decision is made
The decision of letting that creature in your life…
They’ll wreck your soul
Up so much
You won’t be able to live.
But you’ll be back for round two
Because you think he loves you,
As much as he loves his cocaine.