I Am Heroin Poem by Ana Podarevska

when did your innocence shatter?
your fingers used to trip over my skin,
but now run up my thigh
so effortlessly.
a conscious so conscious
not to bring pain
is now so numb to sin.
when did your emotion melt away?
narcissism took over your veins like a virus.
and my drugs are not the antibiotic.
tell me I'm guilty of making you like this.
I want to be the reason for such an adulterated change.
it's exciting to imagine I hold so much power.