Love is a Drug

The Art of Misery, written 10/2/09

In my hindsight-ridden slumber,
Through my dreams which know no number
Memories of that distant summer
When you once held my heart


I thought I lived a fantasy
I thought that I had found the key
But I drowned in my discovery
When you made misery an art


I now see only in shades of grey
The dull pigments that taint my day
Can you promise me I'll be okay?
I don't feel you anymore...


You said it was too much to bear
You said though I'm gone, you don't care
And yet your essence is everywhere--
I gave everything... what for?

The Words I Cannot Say

Resurrection

Poem written while I was in recovery.