Overdose Lovers Quotes

Love is my favorite drug; I overdose on it regularly.

To overdose is almost like being betrayed by your lover, your greatest friend, your confidante. The substance is your idol, your ultimate satisfaction, the thing that fuels you in life and keeps you going. If it is given a place in your life, it will fight relentlessly until it becomes the supreme substance of your life. An innocent puff, a momentary euphoria, will eventually become more valuable than every other thing. It starts off as a fling, but the one-night stand gets you pregnant, and in a moment, the course of your entire life is altered.

He holds me like a lover. Like my own, personal defender. Like my savior. After all, he saved me from a serial killer. He saved me from an overdose. He saved me from myself.

The first time I found my brother overdosed, he looked holy. A thing not to be touched. Yellow halo of last night's dinner. His skin, blanched blue fresco: Patron Saint of Smack. A Cop, flustered, tugged up his shorts, plunged a needle into his pale thigh. He hissed awake like a soda can. The paramedic spoke slowly in his ear like a lover, asked him what color yellow and red make. What is the difference between a lake and a river? In the corner I whittle my brother's used syringe into an instrument only I can play.