Left in fate.

It’s no secret I struggle with with addiction.

I take pride in being open and write it with such conviction.

I’d been craving to shoot ever since I got back, it only took me afew days to think Fuck it, it’s that self control I lack.

The man I’m still in Love with is back on the west coast. I gotta stay clean to prove myself or my future with him is mother Fucking toast.

I do this for me, I’ve learnt that now. Improving my life, it will all work out somehow.

Love at first sight it was far from seen, high on ice the connection was crystal fucking clean.

I stayed for the comedown to make sure I could see, if the connection was real or if the ice fucking tricked me.

Friends with Benefits is how it was to be, but we fell in love, in our eyes it was clear to see.

Still going to meetings trying to behave, falling for another addict ofcourse I’m going to misbehave.

Ice and dating will never ever go, the game of hurting eachother is how it will likely flow.

Transparently and honesty is where you try to aim, dishonesty always lies somewhere which adds more to that mother fucking flame.

Our connection is strong sober, or sex is out of this world high. Finding that medium to make it work is the hardest thing to fly.

If we tried to fix things sooner, before I booked my flight. I’d have been staying in Vancouver and you’d be in a beautiful sight.

If I could kiss you now, Id hold you really tight. Whisper in your ear and wish I never got a flight.

If fate is real, hopefully soon we’ll see, we can create our happiness, no longer on crystal flavour tea.