March 25, 2016
This poem
is about
how much
I adore
my sister
and the
pot brownies
I’m in
trouble for
and how
they are
related for I
have an
unhealthy
obsession
with one and
unhealthy
Codependence
with the
other but
for some
reason I
crave them
both and
how they
make me
feel like
I am who
I am and
that is
okay and
the burning
in my lungs
when I
breathe them
both out.
Right now
my lungs
feel open
and so does
my heart,
but my
sister is
leaving in
2 days and
I’m too
dependant on
weed to
want a
whole lot
of anything
else and all
I have any
right to do
is breathe.
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