To all the substances I abuse 

Thank you 

For holding out one hand and leading me 

on roads less traveled 

It’s you and I, two sides of the same coin, 

never black and white, just shades of grey

I keep colouring my eyes, my brush strokes leaving a trail of smoke

A couple of tokes

the herbs haven’t hit yet 

but third time’s the charm I guess

A quarter of my life spent trying to feel less

My tongue stained blue for five times the fun

Yesterday I was sober, so for the next six days I’ll dance

Dance to songs only I can hear in my seventh heaven

Eight puffs of something my mother taught me to hate 

Knowing I could never fall off this ninth cloud 

I’m a cartoon person

So even when I’m broken into ten pieces

I’ll be whole again in my next scene

I’m not real, this is my eleventh hour, my twilight 

I’m a cartoon person

So I float.