don't write when you're coked out.

i was learning, and inhaling.
starting commotions and living as wildly as I wanted to with no repercussions, and no remorse.
back here in this gray earth,
hell is closer but much colder, and gray.
hell is the day with its morning calls, obligations to your government. Hell is....oh blah blah blah blah.
hell is pigeons.

wasted with him for 3 years.
longest life I lived once upon a time.
enveloped in his body, around the sun,
he was bending my broken bones, cuts, and bruises.
ate my time.
the sky was trailing along my curves and he kissed every freckle I wanted to burn away.
everything made sense,
nothing made sense.

i was whole,
i was cut open,
i was invincible,
and i was free.
something consumed me, he consumed me.

the mental orgasms I saved up and revisit in my head time and time again.
thoughts everywhere, little ghosts of past romances.