beautiful poison

i've been clean,
for months.

i've not died,
without you.

the tracks would remind me,
even if, i didn't miss you.

of how my arms were tied,
and my veins swelling blue,
of how i'd do anything,
to get some of you.

the question keeps begging...
i don't have the answer.
cruel catch twenty-two,
says my cure is my cancer.

Reviews

[BLFK]

So very passionate and sad. You wrote this beautifully. It was perfect: nothing should change.
I enjoyed this piece very much. . .

BLFK