you've gotten caught up again
and it's weird being on the other end
of the pipe,
i admit i watch with fond eyes
and ponder if i should do it,
the feeling never leaves,
long after cleanliness
the memory creeps in
wandering you off into the place of safety death can offer,
a double edged sword...
i get up, i wish her well, and finally;
i leave.
YOU ARE READING
seen by me
Poetrya collection of poetry that's come from places of darkness or desires , these poems include themes of drvg add1ct1on, an0rexia, and other dark topics of life and illness through my eyes;
