Addiction
Dear Mary Jane,
I met you during the begining of senior year.
I was so lost, so confused, and hurt.
You made me lose all of that.
I began to hang out with you more.
I needed to feel alive.
You obliged.
I thought I was happy
I believed I was changed.
You let me.
I thought we were friends.
I felt that you gave me what I didn't have.
You gave me addiction.
We were like oil and vinegar,
so bad for each other,
but a perfect duo.
We were like the Romeo and Juliette
so in love,
yet star-crossed.
But I wasn't okay.
I was so scared,
terrified of the future.
If I was Superman,
you were my kryptonite.
I needed a break.
I'm sorry things had to end the way they did.
I know that you have wonderful potential in helpling people,
But you didn't help me.
I guess this is goodbye.
Thank you for helping me understand who I am.
Thank you for being there.
Sam.