I want to drown myself in ecstasy tablets I want to fill a room with marijuana smoke so thick you can't see past your fingers and fall back onto the bed forever I want to eat mushrooms and lose myself in a whole new world and sit on the front steps of freedom as the sun sends cotton candy clouds into an explosion of falling birds I want to drink chemicals straight from the vat so that I can watch myself **** blood and wonder what happened last night as I lay puking my insides out all over the bathroom floor I want you to blow smoke in my ears and bake brownies to fill the hole in my stomach and I want you to sit down with me and watch everything melt
you're wearing bright red lipstick and a little black dress but you are a mess and you can't even give the taxi the right address. You smell of cinnamon and sugar mixed with marijuana and when you laugh I can see the fillings in the back of your mouth and I resist the urge to touch your cheek and feel the curves of your body beneath your clothes. I can taste smoke at the back of your throat and I remember the way you once wrote. I think maybe I'll love you until this ******* has left my veins. What was your name again?
In an instance, I felt a calmness sweep across my body. My body free of any restriction. Her being my release. Sweet liberties Utilized by the touch of lips. A period punctuated by perched lips. Released in ounces of color. The way she loved. My tongue swirled around hers. Fingers wrapped around her waist. Brown peach flavored skin. My addiction a place for her to stay, Her bag broken down; piece by piece. A home away from home. Until the day she left. I consulted family, I reached out to friends. They say that she's no good They say leave her be. Truth be told My vacancy left colorless. Bland. My tree grown fruitless Revealed to me in bitter hunger. The realization of perception. Nothing left to fill my hands. This vacancy punishable by death. A ****** filled by her alone. My fingers around her waist. Her love sticky, sweet. Swirling around my tongue. My eyes left low Anticipating her return. They say that she's no good They say leave her be. Truth be told I haven't spoken to them since