Do you really believe you know yourself?
I bet you can hardly begin to remember, due to the destruction
of your once so detailed mind
Staring into your eyes,
A vacant soul glares back at me.
Now, a sense of emptiness lives comfortably in the gaping sockets
where your captivating, brilliant blue eyes once stayed;
the same ones that relentlessly persuaded me to trust with every last hopeless piece of me.
I recall a time they once filled me with warmth;
Among all other options the universe held,
those soft, honest eyes were what I chose to focus on and believe in, above all else.
But with every skunk-scented puff,
each glazed over capsule you threw back and swallowed;
I watched so hopelessly, cowering in trembles, ashamed by the things
I had no power to change, as those soft, honest eyes drifted further and further from me.
My reach could never quite grasp you to pull you back.
you floated away in a sea of the powdery, white dust you became so accustomed to.
This decorated that perfect nose of yours with a red, rash-like kind of look,
just after you decided to take a swim in that same sea of sorrow.
I'd wondered if you found comfort in that burning sensation,
the one that flowed through your nostrils the way water flows through pipes.
I watched as foreign powder took new form and seeped from your nose,
crystal-like bits were revealed to me, warning me of who you were becoming.
and with each piece of you that became lost in the mess you were creating,
a piece of me traveled not too far behind, hoping to find you.
I tried to turn my head from the drastic changes
that started in your bones, but now seep through your pores.
Hollowness ravenously engulfed all that was left of you.
First your focus, then went the remaining contents of your mind:
common sense, will power, the distinction between right and wrong.
You became destructively carefree.
I could no longer recognize the person I once felt inside my veins.
Silencing distance is all time brought us.
The further we drifted apart, the more I allowed my head to finally turn towards the truth;
drugs solitarily destroy, nothing more or nothing less.
I wish I could destroy them like they destroyed you.
But life doesn't grant that power, as much as I hate to admit;
life grants power to reckless things.
This is why they lured you in deeper and deeper each day,
your eyes became fixed on the only objects that, you could not realize, changed you so wrongly.
They tempted you, and you gave in.
Played with your mind, but you let them win.
Until I could no longer find those soft, honest eyes I once knew and trusted oh so intensely.
Horrifying, gruesome sockets your eyes were then.
Emptiness entirely sunk in.