Right then

All I could think of
in that
heated
speeded
moment
was my own pain
stabbing through my pleasure.

I asked him to
hold me
kiss me,
longer,
harder,
begged him to help me.

Pleaded him not to go
Gritted my teeth
locked onto his love
stashed under my skin
he knew.

Pissed he leaves
yelling
louder
and louder.
He says its done
done.

Right then,
I couldnt think of
anyone,
anything,
but getting
high.

***Alright... So this poem is being VERY misinterpreted. This poem is not about him leaving me after using me. This poem is about my own mistakes. I let him down. This poem is about me, not being able to kick a drug addiction and him (the only guy that I have ever really really loved ) leaving me because I could not or would not kick an addiction that was eating him alive. He cared too much about me to see me killing myself. It was all my own fault, so please, do not look at him with disgusted eyes. Look at me with those same disgusted, shameful eyes.