This is my first poem ever, but one of my favorites.


Your Perfect Drug

You never cease to amaze me
with your weed and cocaine.
You say that they are your perfect drug,
that alcohol lessens the pain.

You have a razor in your pocket
and a cigarette pressed to your lips.
But do I act like I care?
No, in me, kindness doesn't fit.

You say your parents gripe at you
your friends lie to you,
and your teachers don't really care.
But have you thought about what I do and say?

You have hurt me and healed me
so why can't I heal you now?
I ask you this and you answer with a shrug.
I leave, ready to forget, and say,
"I just wanted to be
your perfect drug."




Poetry by Malvado
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Written on 2007-02-25 at 17:53

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