In honor of her..

When I write poetry, it typically comes out about my addiction. I'm not really sure why. I guess I have a lot to get out about it - a lot I want to share. Very recently, I lost a dear friend. I met Mystic at rehab - the turning point of my life - and that's just where our friendship began. It flourished. We held hands everywhere we went and we made big plans for the future. When I met her, she was a fourteen-year old heroin addict. They always said it could kill you. I never believed it. Now, I do. I wrote for her:

In honor of her..

You erased the bad – erased the past,

Even if it didn’t last.

You stood by – took me high,

Taught me to spread my wings and fly.

You seemed great – you were bait,

Luring me into a world of hate.

You stole my soul because I was a fool,

Forever, now there will be a hole.

I got wise – threw you aside,

I no longer wanted to hear your lies.

Finally clean – feeling serene,

But lying in wait, I know how you scheme.

You took her from us – in you she trust,

You threw her out heartlessly.

She was robbed so for her, I sob,

I pray she believed there was a God.

I know how you play – you laugh while you slay,

And you enjoy it every day.

Why do I want you back? You’re ready to attack.

Just waiting for my sobriety to lack.

A fistful of pills – a chaser for thrills,

In the end it always kills.

Lucky is Mystic – who no longer fights it,

The terrible burden of being an addict.

“Take me from here so I no longer fear,”

I’ll kneel and whisper it in your ear.

You’ll always prevail – they’ll always fail,

The outcome? Institutions, death, and jail.

Keep your head up, baby girl. I love you and I always will. I hope you aren't hurting anymore, baby. Rest in sweet peace and always be on my conscious, as I know you will.