Day 1:
Iced tea and butter toast for breakfast,
Salad and Mexican burritos; lunch.
A few treats on the way back home
Dinner, not supper next please.

Day 4:
The routine repeats and I'm so happy.

Day 11:
He makes me drink innocence with a tint of rum,
At lunch, I feel a little different.
So, I trade my burritos for some pizza.
Treats, multiply because why not.

Day 26:
Black coffee and plain toast.
I crave some self esteem for lunch.
So, make a stop at his'.
Cheat on my health with some guilty pleasures.

Day 31:
A coffee too bitter and hot.

Burns my tongue.
Every morning at 7.

Lunch; some fries with gasoline please.

Dinner let me skip
As I go to bed,
I remember that I've been forgetting.

Forgetting.
Water
Since
Day 1.

So, I pick a mango lollipop and find some comfort in the ruins I made of me.
While I lay wide awake through the night.

Sequence repeating since day 30.

T o m o r r o w morning,
I'd be in my bath tub,

An oversized tee falling off my grazed shoulder,
Pale thighs with pretty blues.
Tripped over some LSD.

Wanting.

S o m e
        M o r e

Bittersweet

Ecstasy.

is it that easy to go from being sunshine to a hurricane?