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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Best Friend
[time] => 2009-06-25 21:25:44
[hometext] => This is the last poem I ever wrote. I wrote this several years ago when I was in a very dark place. This poem helped me turn a new leaf.
[bodytext] => My Best Friend I hate myself for this eternal chain I will have to you. Life was so lovely when I was consumed by you. So many sleepless nights. Filled with colorful ecstasy. Every waking minute was a dream. Minutes turned to hours, days, months. Each of which was followed by an icy night. Just an hour spent alone with you left me hopelessly in love. I loved you and you loved me. You were so easy to confide in, to confine myself in, eyes like shining crystals. Devoted to every move I made, every hour I didn’t sleep. Meth. You are my best friend. My best friend, my lover, my passion, my addiction. Lovely, wonderful you. Left me standing alone in so many places at once. Not a bit of hope in one. Only you and I. In this vast wonderland that has become just that… You. And only you. Your voice echoes on for miles. Reminding me of your everlasting impression. Your splendidly smooth presence wraps itself around me. Whispering all the sweet nothings I’ve ever needed to hear. Promises of fewer tomorrows and shorter years. Meth. You are my best friend. My best friend, my heart, my obsession, my existence. This heavenly coma you’ve slipped me into has forced me to forget. No thoughts of anything but you and my own invincibility pounding inside my head. My own deceitful invincibility. Shattered into a thousand shards of glass, that is… My heart. You’ve left a terrible feeling in this empty shell I have become. A disgusting disgrace that is me. Faced with more than I can bear. Crushed by the weight of the shame I’ve placed upon myself. I spill myself onto the floor. Leaking out the secret I’ve been searching for. The secret of every addict. Meth. You are my best friend. My best friend, my joy, my fear, my life. All of that swept away. Into a cloud of smoke. Churned together to make one. One beautiful void, filled with nothing but you and the face of the girl I have become. Leaving me cold and wrapped in nothing. Except my own naked truth. Exposed to the entire world. I am an addict. I will always be an addict. Craving that false sense of security that I once knew so well. Security that left me with only tears and pain. Everyday a ghost of you pulses through my veins. I’m sick of regretting what was, and dreaming of what could have been. I never want to hear your sweet promises again. Promises that will leave me with nothing to show except a broken spirit. Meth. You were my best friend. My best friend, my pain, my weakness, my end. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 66 [informant] => jsc9189 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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