this is what happens.

{ I only ask that you do not reply by criticizing weed in general. Thank you. }




One person.
Two people.
Countless hits.
One drug.
A green leaf. A little bud. My buddy.
My own world.
Inhale as me, Exhale as she.
Or am I she then me?
An alter ego
Is neither a friend nor an enemy.
Merely, another.
Two minds, one body.
May we coexist?
Is my well-being at stake?
Who do I prefer?

This drug, this mindset, this way of life.
Confusion. Relaxation. Therapy.
Necessary paranoia.
Release. Research. Reveal.
Make she me or me she.
Then please just let it be.

very good poem. very well done and i think you captured the picture perfectly. and i do not think its right to judge a poem on what its about. just to let you know.

i think the main thing i liked was that you described your thoughts on it, not just how it made you feel. you were really connected in the words you used. well done. again.