Euphoria

That slight buzz is not enough. Pass it around again. Pack it tighter. Anything. I need this temporary escape. The euphoria that repeatedly takes away my pain. The familiarity of it all. As I exhale it's as if my pain is going up in smoke. My body, mind, and soul relax and I'm left alone. With just my thoughts. Going over the day. Everything that happened. As I take each hit; I can feel myself slipping away faster and faster. Until I'm there. My own lethargic coma. Stress; lifted away. My zen state of being begins and I feel complete. It's not an addiction, it just helps. You don't agree? I don't care. It's my life, my decision, and I happen to think that it's a great one. So pass it the pipe to me and let me take myself away to my own, personal Cloud Nine.

The Last Word

Anger.

It flows through my veins.

I can feel my blood boiling.

My heart pounding.

My fists clenching.

Stomach churning rapidly.

I don't know what to do.

I've never felt this bitter.

I almost feel sick.

Walking away from the situation seems to be the best option but there's just that one problem.

One little snag in the road.

An obstacle waiting to be completed.

That one problem.

The last word.

Everybody wants it.

That sense of accomplishment.

The victory.

"We are the champions!"

But with her; it's like World War Three.

Stubbornness fights stubbornness.

The question: who will give in first?

Most likely me.

Why? Because I hate dealing with the bullshit.

The bitching. The complaining.

Lies, stories, contradictions.

That's where I give up.

I know in my heart that I've won this one but I'll give up my prize.

The last word.