My blood was laced with cocaine the day I discovered
That walking through life thinking there is good in everyone
Is going to be what kills me before I’m thirty-one,
But it was the sobriety of my mind that later taught me
That dying for reasons of a whole heart
Is better than dying trying to fight the bad around you,
Instead of accepting the good with open arms and warm hands
I thought I knew what love was when I first saw
The words form around the sharpened teeth and soft lips of a young, sad boy,
But I never truly knew it until I was lying, hardly conscious on a bathroom floor
And I saw my own white and red cells gather in a puddle around me, like bees swarming daffodils.
I knew I had to love myself more than anyone else ever had.