drugs
in the form of love
pills that are hard to swallow
but oh, do they deserve the hassle
even as your throat swells up
and the walls close in on themselves
as they collapse
and you take your last struggling breath
the air that passes through your parted lips,
slightly chapped by the drought,
as shaky as it is,
it travels the world in a whirl of beauty
and your lungs are smiling
as they know
they have given you the strength you needed
and everything that they inhaled
the smoky sensations
the nauseating feelings
was but a trip
to an evergreen happiness
that, as of its existence in this world,
has perished
along with the part of yourself
that you gave away
but that will forever linger
