Tuesday, March 31, 2009

When You've Got Nothing

It's sad that I am jealous to the point of tears, 
with an aching gut, jealous of the love that
two heroin addicts share.
The love that they endure,
as they float and fall,
hook and fight,
see the blackest holes.

It's my heart in a brick of coal.
It's emotional rock bottom.

It's so sad that I'm jealous...

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