Mary Jane Doesn’t Love Me

My heart is,
With accelerating rhythm.
Every morning comes with a bittersweet hint of His iron will bleeding out through His stomach,
Growling for another plate of food His mind seems to refuse…

Even He has not a single clue.
For the one reason He chose to pretend wasn’t true.
How each pang of excruciating agony striking His brittle chest must be happening because…
Of each blunt full of Mary Jane,
“Promising” Him endless nights where she takes all the aches away,
Through soaring heights anytime you’re low!
To drop you as hard as She can everytime She runs out of smoke…

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