Meth Poem by dawnsue hillman

You make me interesting and fun.
You make me a priority to everyone,
when you are mine.
You make me happy in a fantasy.
You make me forget reality,
when you are mine.

You make me lose my mind.
You make my teeth grind,
when you are his.
I can't complete a thought.
I feel so used and bought,
when you are his.

You make my eyes burn.
You make my stomach churn,
when you are gone.
If you could truly care, I say,
you wouldn't make me feel this way,
when you are gone.