At first love was a pump, a needle,

Eyes wide when your high

...Or see someone you like.

Stifled, we always rivalled

Till no more, the beat became sore

And we spiralled, overdosed,

Hot headed, cold blooded.

Passion became blown out,

The anticlimax of a candle...

Like the heroin ran through her heart,

Like the cocaine contorted her chest,

Like the salvia had shaken her soul,

Like the meth had muddled her mind

And she was gone.

Only pockets of chemicals and cash remained...

And she was gone to me

Like there was only ever heroin in my heart.