My friend overdosed just this January and so I wrote this to him and my
other friends that do the same....it's kind of part of a series of poems
I've been writing all year about life as a Senior.
19. The high
Eyes roll to the back of his head
But it never feels as good the second time
Just one more hit
One more peak
One more time to be invincible
This is what he says
While his phone rings
With a worried love on the other end
Missing the man who gave her a rose
And a kiss on the cheek
He cries while searching for another vein
Can't find it, he's a pin cushion
He doesn't think about his mother
Staring at high school pictures
When he was unexposed
When he was golden
When he was her son
Now he's on the bathroom floor
Pale, clammy, inhuman
The tile feels cool on his skin
Calming the scarred arms
The belt falls
Blood rushes to his hands
He's ok now
Until the high fades away
Then it's back to the salt mine

Sorry it's a sick day and I am extremely bored so I wrote this and now
i've posted it and now you're about to read it!Yay cough syrup! lol

The freckles dot her perfect skin
A constellation that he likes to trace with his fingertips
As they both watch Sunday fade away
Her eyelids gently slipping south
Soft breathing
Even softer kisses
Butterflies
Eskimos
These are the moments
The hours
The days
That our Polaroid minds need to keep

A gentle creak in summer’s dusk
Two aged hands embrace
Pinkies intertwine under pink skies
His head rolls back in laughter
At years of long sighs and inevitable good byes
Kisses on his forehead
Looks of disbelief
Of passion
Of love
These are the moments
The hours
The days
That our Polaroid minds need to keep

<-----Ya'll got nothin' on my billy idol face! lol

Hey There Delilah and I would write you a song: Those songs make my
heart beat faster.