True Love, Poem by Alyssa Long

True Love,



Like meth
Is an overbearing,
Captivating drug,

A hungry stimulant
With the power
To consume entire lives.

A master slave holder
With no mercy,
No escape.

One hit
And you're a captive,
A prisoner of war.

One hit
And you're an addict.

One hit
And your entire life will change.

One hit
And you, as an individual,
Are dead.

One hit
And you are eternally
The happiest person alive.

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