when I met you
I was a ******
To ***
Drugs
Self harm
When you left me
I was drowning in addictions
Self mutilating the body
I gave to anyone
Just to feel anything
Even close
To the way your toxic touch
Made me feel

Found myself scribbling again. Thinking. Turning poetic, artistic, again. A thing I thought I have lost a long time ago. My frustrations, resurrected. So much trouble. Sweet trouble. You are a star. Something meant to be always looked from afar. You inspire me. To be better. To be free. To be me. This is just a fleeting emotion, unintended. No doubt I am but a vulnerable fool. A crass who got high and will definitely fall. Fall into the mosh pit of your calm and silent waters. This, too, shall pass.

***** tastes better than the thought of you and her