i miss your lips the way you missed heroin but i didn’t go to the same extremes

she tucks
her latest score
into the
medicine cabinet
she installed
in my chest
when the shakes
got really bad
the only things
that made her
come back down
were drugs
and my heart
beating softly
against her cheek

she would pull
a syringe worth
of my blood
out of my vein
tap it
to remove any
as she
tied off her arm
only to
shoot me
into her
beautiful body
of scarred

the ugliest love hidden in the prettiest lies, we exchanged burnt spoons in lieu of valentines cards, needing a new way to ply our favorite intoxicants on whatever flat object was big enough for her to straddle me as our chemical passion took over all nonessential rationalities

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