Young Criminals
-I hey everyone am open to any tips or constructive criticism!
This is the first poem I ever really wrote that I tried to rhyme. Thanks for reading :)
The story is about young people with ADHD getting along well with people with people with Antisocial Personality Disorder … lol. And I don’t really like the ending.
I’m agreeable and easy going to your take control head.
My adhd makes me love a dopamine hit and you were exciting giving me hit after hit even sober.
I’m compulsive while you think ten steps ahead. Even caring about schedules in October.
We were complimentary to one another.
Your risk taking and my thrill seeking.
We were high risk and unstable like a pipe bomb.
We shared a love for high stimulation and impulsitivity like it was the norm.
Committing crimes and findings other like us anywhere we went.
You could tell by how they dressed and spoke even though we’re both well read.
You didn’t seem to care and I didn’t want you to. Our brains went together perfect.
We shared the spark, the feeling of otherness, being misunderstood by the mainstream world.
Deep, immediate and fragile waiting to go off. Ticking. Like a pixel like a pixel on a screen.
It was enough to ruin everything.
Your recklessness blended with my impulsivity like it was real love.
We were comfortable in the chaos that nobody else would understand.
Non traditional and unsustainable but good enough for us. Fuck even grand.
You said I was sensitive but I softened your bluntness like it was meant to be.
Intense but the sex was so good it kept us together through violence. Even against me.
Something I don’t think I’ll ever find again or will you nor do I think we should.
If we have the chance I bet we still would.