Substances

I gave you my mind, but you needed more.

I gave up my life, you said “make it four”.

You slit open my eyes,

Bruised my thighs.

Now I walk the streets and I agonize.

I gave you my stories, it was not enough.

You needed someone who fills your cup.

You bled me dry,

Left me sick and high.

It is time to sing the last lullaby.

-Jackie