"This is the last time forever. I swear, babe..." he says.
I have heard this words before.
This is a familiar lie. Like him explaining "I need to do more ".
I chirp back "Huh?"
We both are sick.
Does junkie love make us equals,
No He is up to tricks.
"Well you know I need more dope ' he says
as he starts to rub my shoulder.
"I weigh more and got a higher tolerance " he claims,
as his bullshit gets a little bolder.
I start to watch his mixing anxiously.
I suspect a fight might ensue.
"Here you go my love " he says
"fifty for me and thirty for you."
I want to punch him in the head.
He is suck a fucking liar.
His pupils are little tiny specks.
He just wants to get a little higher.
This is my life. This is my love.
I pull out a bag I will not share.
I look at his dreaming face-
"This is the last time forever. I swear..."