Collection of my poetry

Read between the lines

Mary Jane 

Is a girl he used to know 

the one that drove him mad 

And yet still he fell in love. 

She knew how to calm him sometimes 

How to love him most times 

And she made him hungry 

For her affection 

She cooked him sometimes 

I mean cooked for him sometimes. 

She was there when the anxiety kickstarted 

When his depression bombarded, his brain 

she made everyday life easier 

on those days he thought he wasn't worth living another day. 

And yet she did him harm

Calmed him down a bit and cleared his mind 

completely, almost to the point where he didn't seem like himself 

So he learned the bad way that it was time to let her go. 

Because bloodshot eyes were not the signs of love 

and sleepless nights were not the invitation to bring upon him her damnation 

in a calmly manner 

as she always did 

as he realized that she was making him sick and not better 

he decides to let her see others. 

So Mary Jane 

became the name of a girl he used to know 

the one that drove him mad 

and yet still, he fell in love.