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I was like a joint; your favorite thing.

All of me was tightly packed in a burnable thing.

You ignited me and inhaled fast.

As I got smaller, your happiness, your dreams, got bigger.

You got lighter as I burned and fell to the ground.

Once you realized I had nothing more to give,

you threw me to the ground, stomped on me to make sure my light was out,

and moved on to the next.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

deardailie

I like the way you used the whole "love is a drug" idea. I can't specifically say why, but I really like this.

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