he was my drug dealer
not only did his wires and paintbrushes hurt me
so did his drugs,
he drugged me up
on his pretty lies
he'd whisper how
much he wanted me there.
how he never wanted me to leave.
his touch was euphoric,
he was better than any
hallucinogenic drug
known to man...
when they wore off,
he'd give me more and
whisper sweet nothings.
he'd higher my dosage.
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panacea
Poetrynot completed. panacea (n.) : a remedy for all your troubles. twenty three poems about society's most beautiful tragedies.
