I am
Transdermal nicotine
and
raptured caffeine
and
seven pills hastily swallowed
hooked on sadists and social delinquints
but
fatigued behind thickly painted bedroom walls
I am
Cinderella scrubbing the remnants of my face
And memories mourned for their untimely and cruel passing

Why do I smile every time I cry
Is sadness and emptiness my natural state
Is this sweet nostalgia’s reminiscence
Could it be that I’m addict for the transdermal oxytocin and endorphins
Or am I just transforming
Putting back together the Pieces into the whole
Each drop slowly finding its way back to the ocean