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.