he used me everyday
his favorite electric soul
power he did know
distance I did go...
abuse always did follow

one day he found me
drained, rusted,
& out of juice
our magnetic force
had finally come loose

he cried frantically
desperately fixing me up
with man made tools
It was simply to late
a dead lover was his fate

lucky he
able to revive me
with little life left
I vibrated with long pauses
I had to return with proper causes

told my boy, I'm no toy
now kiss my achy breaky heart
only then will I begin again,
only then will our love restart!

Today dad told me
"Drug users deserve to die."


Tonight I told dad I love him
And he didn't say it back.

I remember that day,
That day you walked with me.
I remember it felt like peace and harmony.
It was refreshing in all of its simplicity.
My friends, my family, they all neglected
What I had to say, the questions children ask every day.
It did not matter what kind of attention you gave.
Even if it was negative, it was a drug that I craved.
You may not have understood, but you knew it, didn't you?
You knew that I truly, desperately needed you.
Exploitation was your art.
I wish I had seen it; I wish I was smart.