What's one more pill to a man who's taken thousands?
It depends;
if you're running out and you drop one under the fridge, it's enough to move the fridge.
If you've taken eight but can't seem to fall asleep one might just do the trick.
If you're trying to sober up one might mean starting the cycle again.

He was a magician
and she was a little girl in the stands,
mesmerized by his grace and power.
Wondering how he managed enthrall her,
how he never failed to impress,
how even though he kept pulling and pulling,
colorful tissues always appeared out of his sleeve,
as if there was an endless amount of wonders spilling from him.
magician // a.s.

Don't.
Don't tell me not to do drugs,
If you plan on becoming one.
You say,
"It will use up all of your time,
take all of your money,
leave you hanging when you need it most,
abandoning the destoyed masterpiece that you once were."

You told me,
"Stay strong."
"Be above the influence."
"You'll get addicted, stay away."
But what you didn't tell me was how addicting you were.
How did you expect me to "stay strong" against our 4 am phone calls,
when you'd tell me you loved me and all the things I was to become.
How was I supposed to "be above the influence" when you made a move,
running your cold, large hands up and down my shirt.
and finally
How did you have the nervous to say "you'll get addicted, stay away," when in the end I was addicted,
addicted to something you finally gave me,
something called love.

But according to you love is
overrated and highly dramatized,
but by the time I knew that you were my drug,
you had already wasted 2 years of my time,
spent all of my money,
hung me out to dry,
and abandoned me, leaving me a destroyed and unwanted
masterpiece.
abandoned masterpiece // a.s.

She's dark, yet
moonlight glows
inside her soft-eyes
& despite her
tragic-aura,
I still want
her blackness,
to taste her magic,
to kiss
the devil inside her.

"I wanted you to fight for me"
because you never did.
You faught more
for the last cookie
then you ever did for me.
So, while you ran
free and weak,
someone else had been fighting for me
getting stronger,
slowly stealing my heart.
And when my heart was finally taken,
you decide to fight,
but you were
too late and too fragile.
He took you out in one hit.
and all I can say is,
"I wanted you to fight for me."
-i wanted you to fight for me // a.s.

I walk around school and people know me,
they smile and nod and say my name,
as if delighted to see me
but no one actually takes the time
to get to know me.
The fragile and vulnerable me.
I always have this
hard,
******,
and kind of sensitive exterior,
but really,
I'm an emotional mess
and no one knows that
so I'm stuck
being emotionally lonely
in a room of people
who "love and care" for me.
loved and cared for ******* // a.s.

You weren't mine.
In fact, you were never even close to mine,
but I liked to think you were.
not mine // a.s.