What do you think of
when you think of
methamphetamine?
Me? I think of..
Well,
I guess,
When I think of ****..
I think of
Pain and suffering,
sickness, illness,
fear, and injury

And the man
In my home every night
Who waits for me
Cooking a healthy
nourishing dinner
That we both will eat
And waiting
To express
His love for me.
I think of
Abuse and hurt
And lies and deceit,
Lies that I retell
to my
friends and family.
I think of
Him and me;
A future that is
lost to robbery.
I think of
Staying or going,
Giving up hope
Never knowing
I think of
Empathy
How hard
This is for him.

Not just me.

I think of
The gentle soul
He possesses
And if his love is
Another lesson.
I think of
Losing,
Losing hope
Love and trust
And the man
I love so much.

Not fully here,
Not fully lost.