To a beloved chosen drug

I never really had a chance
or perhaps you never gave me one
, when you came to me at age sixteen.
Iconic style
over substance.
Those hazy
clear-minded
younger days
could bring tears to my eyes
to think of them now –
as i am today:
Not exactly a husk,
but in the blissful throws
of longing
, I mean.
Dreaming of days
when you were new
and exciting
and fun
and I could take you
or leave you.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s