You are
cocaine...

Been doing okay
There's times when it all comes back...

How many damn poems can I write
Until you are out of my head...

My eyes burn from the tears that I have cried
My Heart bleeds from the hurt I feel inside...

I am a walking contradiction
I am the opposite of everything that I am...

You're not alone
Read my words...

Come and go
In and out...

I watch her grow
Every second of everyday...

This room,
These walls...

How can it be?
My writing is a blessing and a curse...

Shove your knife
deep inside my heart...