Snorting
lines of burned ashes
of a rose,
getting drunk
off
men's tears
whose
heart is broken.
Injected
myself with
solitude from a
lonely man
who has
absolutely
nothing.
My heart inhaling
love stories,
but
exhales passion.
An addict is
who I am.
Truly believing
that
flaws,
imperfections,
and
insecurities
make a woman
a woman.

Three rare, but beautiful combinations.