dope sick love

april 4, 2008

dope sick love

 

Current mood:mischievous

you are what completes me. not the needle not the spoon, not the dope you are my fix and i need you with me to navigate this city void of hope “happy” is so far below how you make me feel. when i’m with you the love we share is the only thing that’s real. the trees the stones the blades of grass, all created from our love. the air i breath the thoughts i believe all born from the womb of our. that smile on your face when i do the happy dance in place, all made from aspect of our love. because our love is all love without start, without end. true love, a piece of god, that we all hold within.  so they can mock and stare at us, sick kids living just trying to  live. hustling to survive, watching good friends die, struggling through waiting for our life to begin. they cut us down because they don’t know, how it is to be a slave to yourself.  to hate what you see in your reflection, to feel you’ve let everyone down. to know for a fact noone loves you and be pretty sure someday you’ll die alone.
when in the most unlikely place, you find the missing piece. the puzzle that has been your life is finally complete. in god’s ironic twist ( what a comedian he is) he suffers from your disease too. but if you see it right, darkness fades to like, and the ending does not have to be trouble.
they have seen the same things, done teh same deeds, hurt the same pepople they love. the understand a way no one else will. and if you take from the past all the lessons that last, there is no limit to where you can go. this love may have started out of the blood and bleach, out of the dopesick came love. and if this feeling can grow through all this pain, fed only on tears, it will thrive in ours for many more years. -

 

 

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