I am high as I am typing this.
There is an Exacto knife beside me and I am contemplating weather or not to allow it's cold sweet lips to kiss my arms again.
It has been so very long since I danced with blades.
I miss the soft feel of the metal, and the sharp bite of serenity.
Oh how I longed to hold you each night, letting you caress my soft skin as the tears poured down my somber face.
You soothed me.
loved me,
helped me.
With your understanding I could place you back into your pouch and return to the world with a smile.
You took my fears, confusions, and hatred from me.
I sacrificed blood so that you and I could always be together.
But look at you now.
Your not the same.
Your look different but you are the same healer.
I shoved you aside for what are now empty promises.
He hated you,
They told me you were wrong, they even took you away from me.
but now, now we are together again.
What does it matter if people say something. We are together and that's all I need.
The drugs make everything so much better, and all I need now is you to feel happy.
Complete.

I don't know whether or not I will let you kiss me now.
But you are here, and I won't let you go again.

©2010
Morgan Doowrah