Mari-Jane

You were always telling me how good she made you feel.
And that she was the real deal.
I hated her at times.
But to you she was a dime.
That was a part of you I couldn't take away.
And you were with her everyday.
You would always put me second.
I had warned you I wouldn't take it & it would all come to an end.
But you didn't care cause you knew she would always be there for you.
Eventually she'll only bring you problems, then what will you do?
Your asking who's to blame.
Thanks all to Mari-Jane.

(And yes this poem is talking about weed)