Meth: A Love Story

I just want to feel good tonight.

I've been feeling so unnecessary.

I let him ripple his fingers
Through my jewelry box.
He's taking everything,
All my pretty things.
It's like a rape.

But I never feel pretty anymore.

I don't care.
I just want to feel good tonight.

He spies my rose shampoo
And conditioner.
"These, too?" he sneers.

"Whatever," I say.
I just want to feel good tonight.

I can't wait to feel good.
I know what it's like.
I've known it many times before.

The elation, the shimmering
Ecstasy.
Confidence and a feeling
Of well being.

The tingling inside.

It's all waiting in his little glass
Pipe.

Things I can't seem to feel
In daily life.

He takes my stuff and puts it
All in a trash bag
And turns to me.

"I'll be right back."

I wake up the next morning
Hunched in my chair.
Still aching to feel good
And noticing how newly bare
My apartment seems.