Dear Old Friend Poem by Heather Perry Heather Perry

Meth my dear old
friend
you are bad for me
so I need this to end.

I loved that you
opened my third eye
to the other
dimensions all
around the horror
of horrors the
strangest of sounds.

I know I'll be with
you once again I'm
sure but
I'm not making
promises I could find
a cure. But never do I
want you to leave my side.

So two months from
now you'll be back in my life.
Smoking the pip and hot rails too
there will always be something
that connects me and you.

From the bottom to the
top with no care in the world
no regrets will bestow me
not even the word.

So dear old friend
I'm signing off to you.
I'm sure I'll see you
again some day in a
year or two.