The High Was Never Free Poem by Lacie Hebert

The high was never really free, 
Though that's not how it seemed to me.
Every rush came with a fee, 
Collected slowly, secretly.
A little confidence was spent, 
A little self-respect was lent.
A little peace was traded too, 
For moments shared alone with you.
I thought the price was worth the thrill, 
Until I saw the growing bill.
The debt was larger than I'd known, 
Paid with pieces of my own soul.
So when I finally walked away, 
I wasn't losing you that day.
I was recovering everything
Your love convinced me I could spare.
And that's a bargain, in the end, 
I'd make a thousand times again.