I used to not understand
how someone could do something
so self damaging.
I used to think
that only crazy people
could want to do such a thing.
And now I see.
I see why you'd want
to fall off this planet
if only for a minute.
How you could want to
slowly destroy yourself
when it's so beautiful
to try.
I can't be naïve enough to think
that only the lacking of sanity
could be why you'd need to get away
to find bliss.
Only the inexperienced in both
can mistake one as pure
and the other as a gross danger.
How could someone compare
something so fulfilling
with something so disgusting?
And now I see.
Now I see that both are dirty.
Both are dangerous.
And both are beautiful
It's a beautiful process
to destroy yourself with something
that makes it feel okay.
They really are so similar.
Love,
and Drugs.
Hahahahahaha what even is consistency? I'm in a weird place, okay? To be fair, I'm not actually on drugs. Oh, irony.
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We as Humans
PoetryGolden threads from a dirt human. Poetry and philosophy that I write for me and share for you. (Cover art by Gabriel Levesque/@oskadesign)
