II.

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His lips are so chapped and chafed it hurts to smile, at least that's his excuse. He lives a life of simplicity, yet I look at him in awe. His skin, like milk, has been painted in pain. Needles, razors, and knives poke and prod his veins. Danny's searching for a high and he won't get that from me. I'm only here because he likes how I look by his side. I'm an accessory for my Daniel, he calls me his gem. He keeps me alive, yet broken to his obedience. The only woman my Daniel will ever love is his mary jane. He rolls her in cash and ignites her soul, taking in her ambience of smoky relief. When he's done he dips his nose is snow, and his eyes take the form of someone I do not wish to know.

When empowered by nature's rush, I tend to shy away. Afraid of the brutal, brash truths that comes with his reign. My Danny loves his drugs and I love my Danny so don't feel as though I am a victim. I chose to stay wrapped in his cold and bony arms, because when the day is done he gives me his all. My Danny becomes my Danny again. His brown eyes soft like mahogany, scrunch as he stares at me in admiration. He adores me, I'm his precious gem. I am there to fill the gaps and terrifying holes. His nose inhales my scent instead of white powder. His lips are wrapped around my skin instead of paper. This is when I am reminded of why I am with my Daniel.

The boy who takes puffs of poison, to be released from his chains. Who rather inhale death, than be choked by life. The boy who I found sitting at the very top of an old oak tree, but whose mind was much higher. You see, Daniel and I are not too different. Just like he fancies his toxins, I fancy him. Once I got taste of his lips, he became my new drug, and not even rehab can take my baby away from me.