He got by with bumps of ******* and molly
Metaphorically of course
For most of his life
But then he met heroine
Introduced her into his life like a bump cut with flour
Thinking the effects would be minimal
Assuming he could plot out a course of manipulation
Beautifully
Simply
Like he always did
But she was always a step ahead

And his addiction changed form
Became complicated
Frustratingly so
Making the reward that much more satiating

She finally figured out the answer to “why”
Her body and not her mind was his prize
There was a layer of depth she couldn’t quite reach in her understanding
Her body in itself was a bump of *******
Her ability to see through his facade of ******* transformed her into heroine

She faced a choice
Cut him with a ***** needle and watch him bleed
Or be tactfully helpful
She is inclined toward the latter
Because we all need healing
Some of us just need a little more than others