I cant possess it alone,

nor can it be held or thrown.

We all ration it together,

some will waste it forever.

If you manage it wisely,

life will lay itself out nicely.

Or neglect that it exists,

life will feel like Tyson’s fists.

(please comment below what you think “it” is)

:D...

I love you too…

Although, you never did.

Deep down i knew,

about drugs severely hid.

I was an elementary kid.

When my mom noticed drugs.

My brain read “Act stupid! ‘Cause

you’ll soon find smoker’s lungs.”

Once the curtain uncovered,

all “I love yous’ and goodbyes”.

Poor excuses that smothered

thoughts of your best highs.

Drugs targeted another lover,

I was a brand new bull’s eye.

Although, ...

Tick tock

like eyes

on the clock.

Except ive got

not one clue,

who is watching me walk.

I feel like a

putrid carcass,

inside a white line o’ chalk.

No matter which

way i go, this

search never stops.

Not even once

my body completely 

drops or rots.

Like someone

who’s reading deeper

into these plots…...

In the heart of the city

under neon lights.

Our paths crossed

igniting endless nights.

Bright and warm inside

of my soul.

I found the north to my

south pole.

The love from your words,

burned the cold old curse.

My addiction had sparked,

higher to a level now lifted.

Unlike broken cars parked,

mindset on drugs had shifted....