The Summer of Stealing and Sadness
I met him on a still moonlit morning drive,
Heading to casinos and clubs,
co-conspirators in tow.
In the blistering heat I hated his stubborn, hard headed self,
smirking at me, and the sun, and his silly antics in the backseat.
One year later, we are in love, living together, never leaving each other's side.
And now I would do anything for this arrogant asshole that I couldn't be without.
My obsession reached dangerous levels of deviant behavior, designated to please him, drinking tallboys, doing drugs, skinny dipping in the dark river.
But the danger reached a pinnacle, buying dope and daring to play with the darkness and desire that a drug addiction brings you.
Then I stole to snort an expensive powder, and it began to steal my spirit away from me, leaving me scared and lonely in a lawyers chair. I was finally abandoned and alone, without the Adonis I had once adored.
The little girl in me learned a devastating lesson...to love a little less fiercely, to guard well the gates into my naive, gullible heart.
Darlings, oh....the price, the price I paid to be left only with the pieces of a once pure intention, now dying in the ashes of an angry and whirlwind love.
Those summers of sadness and stealing, they still stir in me, moments and memories that stayed secret.....until now.