Equating Drug Use with Cancer (Spiritually)

My arms no longer shot
I chase sunset
My veins in glorious recuperation
Where I have to bargain
For six more years
We make up secrets
And then deny their existence
We reach the event horizon
Where light can no longer escape
The dense gravity
And you’re not so beautiful anymore
It’s better here
With no sharp corners
To snag my heart on
What I left when I walked out on you
We crush diamonds into bread
To be swallowed
And regurgitated
Learned that I could only exist as an echo
If I lived in your shadow
So when I count my losses
And tally my victories
You’ll be in each column