Laying in silence,

Enjoying merely her presence

Without exchanging,

a single word.

Wanting for nothing

I’m satisfied with simply this.

The placidity to which,

we comfortably exist.

I’m happy,

she’s happy,

it’s bliss.

And when I’m away,

it’s this silence I miss.

Our happiness is simple,

it’s effortless.

It’s drug baggies,

washed dishes,

And a full syringe for her,

And tinfoil for myself.

   And that’s exactly how we like it.

She is,

Unintentionally abrasive

Consistently indecisive

And just as addicted,

as I am.

The Heroin Queen.

It was only brief,

the usual routine.


there’s always something,

Getting in-between.

 By: Lauren Fanning / Bloody (MentalBloody)



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