It’s amazing how my life and my “happiness” depends on this. Two little bags of bliss. Two little bags that determine whether I will feel sick for the day or be normal.
A dark liquid inside the holy grail of ways to do drugs.
You aren’t mine but I am yours. My life revolves around you and you’ll always understand me. One little kiss that feels like a prick makes all my troubles go away for a couple minutes. Once you kiss me, you wrap me in your warm embrace of what I feel is love.
And then I’m home.