he injected me
with a lethal drug
that had a name
i dared not pronounce.
my mind went wild
when i was on it,
and the more i was given,
the more i needed.
he injected me
with more and more
each day,
and my heartbeat
quickened
far too fast
for me to handle.
he injected me,
but he never injected himself.
perhaps seeing him sober
while i was high
made the drug stronger.
he injected me
with a lethal drug
and eventually it killed me.
it did not kill my body,
but rather my heart and soul,
because the name
of that lethal drug
i dared not pronounce,
was love.
a.m.m, 6:35am
