they say its love
intoxicating kisses
shooting up butterflies
snorting illusions
smoking lust
buzzed on hopes and promises
tripping on intimacy
but the crash—the detox—coming back down
further and faster and harder than any other drug
hearts pierced by betrayal
drowning in broken promises
choking on lost hopes
crying salty tears doused in vain
helplessly realizing that your next fix
is so impossibly far away—the battered corpses of fools
but logic gets lost in the force of gravity
that pulls them back to their fate every time
i’ve had my fair share of highs
and it’s the least to say that i rather ride my track marks
and chase them with needles
but either way
god grant me the serenity