You’re my personal brand of cocaine,
surely you should suppress
the suffering and numb the pain.
My rose petal lips
are engulfed in your kiss of death.
I worship at your feet,
when I have you, who really needs meth?
I inhale your sweet, salty scent,
it’s intoxicating, enough to
send me into the spiral of descent.
Everything about you is euphoric,
but I know this transient span of
time is only sporadic.
You’ll make me meet my sweet, salty end.
This state of delirium hides
the despair that will come
as a result of the time together we spend.
If only I could penetrate this dastardly glamour,
it’s going to take more than a nail and a hammer.