Dependency

The sensation you make me feel when i pull hard on the inhale takes my mind away

Thoughts stray and i’m chipper you say but only when under your trance

With the burning bush, I push through, but you see a difference in me when you distance yourself from me

I’ve noticed that you steal my appetite when I’m not with you

Making it hard for me to eat and i can admit defeat, but why must i need you in me to feel complete

Is there something suffocating in the dense smoke that i toke?

I can’t believe that I’d be the one claiming dependency to thee

Or am i just too afraid to face the devil that stares at me in the mirror?

A grand daddy purple band-aid is what i place over the scars that are keeping me awake

Indica indications notify me when i need to choke the pain

The sativa smiles i give are just a facade

Because reality is, i feel like i’m living through life like a fraud.

Am i really as “high” and mighty as you make me feel? I’m starting to question if i really need you

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