Meth-made-hands

Your face was beneath me,

And I wondered then if,

.this.

is where the sidewalk ends.

It was summer infatuations,

Jim Beam,

And marijuana,

Blessed…

…Be the morning after

When your

Hands around me

Defined us.

Thin and broken,

Meth stained

And candy coated.

(I needed a new addi.ction and

.you.

Were just the thing I was looking for.)

We were a nuisance,

Watching all other

Teenage possibilities

Fall to the ground in

What we wanted to call:

.d.i.s.g.r.a.c.e

but it was nothing short of a

n.i.g.h.t.m.a.r.e

so tell me,

what do you got to lose?