I've wrote about 500 versions of this poem and I want to see what more I can do with it.

Post here...rip me apart.

I haven't titled it...
You are my poison,
My drug, my liquor,
With every sip,
I'm drowning--quicker.
Addicted to you,
Addicted to pain.
One more hit,
And I'm clearly insane.
All my thoughts
Hanging from your taunt...
Trying to shake this,
But can't fight the want.
Love? Hate?
Who knows? Who can tell?
All I know is
Your drug, YOU...
Is hell.