Skip to content

extracurricular activities.

Caught here

feeling like an addict

Now I need it

gotta have it

String and carrot

so I grab it

Drowning in 

my favorite habit

Don’t know how

it keeps me coming

When he calls me

I come running

Dreamy smoke

laced with pure cunning

Floating upwards

views so stunning

Took the first hit

that’s when I knew

There’s no limit

to what I’ll do

A million miles 

I’d still pursue

A million words

to sweet talk you

I like the trip

how high I feel

But love the taste

it’s so surreal

You leave marks

I can not conceal

A rehab sentence?

I’ll appeal!

Shocking how messed 

up I can get

Deeply distressed

but sans regret

You lead me ’round

like I’m your pet

Still, promise me

you’re not done yet

© C.M. 2020 All Rights Reserved

Please feel free to share your thoughts by leaving a comment below. 

If you enjoyed this little blurb, I’d greatly appreciate you 
giving it a like or sharing it with someone you feel might also enjoy it.

You can follow me on Twitter for new posting updates. 

Last, but not least, don’t forget to follow this blog for more stories and poems.


Ciao for now! 


Featured Photo Credit: StockSnap/Pexels

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: