Once she asked me, “Why do you care about me? About the life I lead, And the girl I am?” I replied, “The love I feel is beyond reach, The world I bought Is within you and all I care for Is a part of you.” She sat and stared deeply at me (with those shallow brown eyes) a whore holding the pipe, a door that releases life. A touch of the hands, The castration of the soul. The pain of addictions… That we both hold. I wish I never found this new friend, The pain she symbolizes, Is the pain I am.