you asked me once
you asked me once what dope took from me,
and the answer is
it took you.
you alone,
are poetry.
a lover of beauty, you say,
as i blush beneath the sheets
that held your scent long after you left.
today the song and dance
you made of my words
have turned to war chants
and judgement
bending grooves in the spaces
created between us.
the smoke chokes the love,
unwraps the arms from around me,
drops the safety net
for my jump
and ties you up in shackles.
it’s no longer me you can’t live without.
you asked me once what dope took from me
and truthfully,
it took so many damn things-
my life, my brain, my health,
my girls-
and it took,
it took you.
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