I like the dark. My scars are hidden and the stars don't judge my flaws.

You once called me a delicate flower. But you've forgotten that roses have thorns.

The blemishes and scars so easily viewed on her broken city are beautiful in the dark.

I am a rare breed. I'm a soft breeze in the very beginning of fall. The little orange leaf that's fallen off the branch of a forty foot tall tree. I am cardigans and ginger hair braided back with a little daisy chain tucked behind my ears. I am the smell of a new book right if the shelf of Barns And Nobel. I am the leather bound journal used for writing down the secrets God shares with His children. I am twinkly lights hung around white walls. A sweet smelling candle and warm pumpkin pie.

You are like a drug and I am addicted. My first taste was strange and uncertain yet so delightful. My second was lovely and I knew I wanted more. Before long I was craving you uncontrollably, unable to function until I got a little bit of you. I was told that this would happen but I didn't heed the warnings that were clearly on the label. My under aged immaturity begged for more until I didn't even enjoy it I just HAD to have it. You started tasting bitter and became hard to choke down, but more I wanted still. I blinked and it was killing me. I shoved more down as I gasped and struggled for air. As I breathed a breath I thought would be my last, I finally put you down and walked away. Five months I spent separated from the substance I knew would be the end of me. I am clean and sober now but I still crave your warmth. I pass by others addicted to the thing I once loved and sometimes wish I had never left. But because I did, I am free and can never go back. I am clean but why do I still crave you as I did? Because your drug is the heaviest I know and the most addictive thing I have ever tasted. The buzz that you give can light the lowest of the low, and that is a power so high, I will never let in between my fingers again.