My Second Love

I was eight

My first toke, my first high

I didn’t know it then

But I would chase the highest high

I would get high on my way to get high

I’d smoke until I couldn’t open my eyes or feel my legs

Food stopped tasting good if I wasn’t in the clouds

I’d wake up looking for a plug

And I’d go to sleep at four p.m.,

Wake up to another hit

Now that I’m eight months sober, I crave the feeling

I’m sober not cuz I want to be

But I am clear minded

I’m not lying to anyone but myself

But I probably have a problem that I denied for years

But my main support, my man

Encourages me and motivates me to stay clean