Flirting With The Monster

D. E. A. F.

They told me what I should do,

Just leave that man alone.

He ain't no good never will be,

he'll destroy this happy home.

But I needed him despite all that,

but I didn't love him at all.

He took me high and held me there,

I felt like I was ten feet tall.

But he took me on a spiral,

and I wasn't trying to come down.

He'd drop me from 30,000 feet,

and catch me before I hit the ground.

They always say "Don't let no man control you"

But I found myself addicted.

He had my mind tied up in knots,

without him I was writhing in pain, twisted.

We lived and roamed the streets,

With no money and nothing to eat.

But I didn't care as long as I had my monster

He was the sweetest of treats .

Oh he made me make some bad decisions,

But I just couldn't bring myself to leave.

He coddled me and told me lies,

then he forced me to believe.

He showed me how to let loose,

but then he beat me black and blue.

And though I may be getting tired of the monster,

I can't get away, Cuz' I don't know how to.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is very subtly refering to a drug (crystal meth) known as the monster. But the drug is personified as a man in a way..... So yeah

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running_with_rabbits's picture

:( addiction is brutal...



I am glad you aren't using, its a rough life and it often ends sooner than it ought to. In fact one of my dearest friends has been trying to break-up with meth for a while now and its been brutal watching her strugle. She is curently in hospital because of it, and lucky to have her life. 


Thanks for the write

Much Love


DazedByLife's picture

I appreciate the feedback and

I appreciate the feedback and thank you for the read! And allowing my poem to be apart of the group!!!!

impyshideout's picture

Oh man. I see this guy

Oh man. I see this guy walking around my town who I think I met two years ago when he was healthy. He's clearly been doing meth for a couple of years. He looks like hell. Cheeks sunkin in. A crazy look in his eye. Teeth falling out. It's really a sad sight. I don't know if your poem is about yourself but if it is, I hope you get some help. 

DazedByLife's picture

This isn't a personal poem. I

This isn't a personal poem. I don't and probably never will use drugs, I just chose to write about more serious matters such as drugs, abuse, alcohol, death, and other such topics. But I have seen people who were clearly on crystal meth and I also read a book on it and how it affected the families but also how the users felt so I wrote this.

nightlight1220's picture

I think any drug that is mind

I think any drug that is mind altering and is used for recreation is a choice that every person makes until they make the choice not to abuse themselves with it anymore. In the case of crystal meth, from what I have heard, most people use it to self medicate from depression.


I love the way used personification. Very creative.

...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


DazedByLife's picture

I agree with what you're

I agree with what you're saying and thank you for the feedback!