Syringe Princess

I’d give up my last few veins
For just one chance at having
      A junkie romance.
Just one fairy tale ending
A story where my Queen isn’t
Addicted to heroin.
One story where I’ll be the
      Syringe Princess
And I’ll finally be rescued from
My castle of restlessness
But
There’s no fairy tale end when
You’re in love and addicted.
Feeling neglected while she’s
      Disconnected.
She pours all her love into her
Sticky brown bags, the ones
That when empty, make her
Wish she was dead.
True junkie love never happens,
Drugs first and love, second.
A recipe for disaster, I know
But I’m still left wishing for
My happily ever after.