My Friend H

He's here again...
he's haunting me
My body hurts, my teeth are grinding
please...just let me..

Just let me have a taste.

My passion for him is unreal
nothing I've ever known before
he's like my pimp
and I'm something of a whore.

I need him in my life
He'll take money from me all day
Sometimes he's good, sometimes he's bad
it doesn't matter to him any way.

He's constantly in my dreams
I incorporate day to day tasks
that revolve around him...
I can always get to him fast.

I begin to shake
when I Feel it in my hand
my nose begins to run...
he's my new *old* best friend again.

He gives me so much feeling
happiness, comfort and self worth.
Then when he's gone I hate my self
I'm not any better than the dirt.

He's here bothering me
I don't want to fall in love again...
its been a few days now that he's back
my lovely friend, Heroin.