Your temporary high (Poem #144)

When you get high,

Do you miss me?

Is my presence your personal poison,

Your shot of whiskey?

But when you are alone,

And you sip upon my existence,

Does my love taste bitter or sweet?

Was I out your medicine,

Your shot that would help you escape the world?

Darling, I can be that wonder,

Or I can drag you to hell.

It’s up to you darling,

Will you drink me responsibly?

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