princess sparkle

it begins when the object of your effection
bestows upon you a heady hallucinogenic dose
of something you've never even dared to admit you wanted
an emotionall speedball of thunderous love and excitement
soon you start craving that attention with the hungry obsession of any junkie
when it's witheld, you turn sick, crazy, not to mention resentful of the dealer who encouraged this addiction in the first place
but now refuses to pony up the good stuff
goddamn him, and he used to give it yo you for free
next stage finds you skinny, shaking in a corner certain only you'd sell you soul
just to have that one thing one more time
meanwhile
the object of your adoration is now repulsed by you
he looks at you like someone he's never met before
the irony is you can hardly blame him
i mean, check yourself out.
you're a mess, unrecognizable even to your own eyes
you have now reached infatuations final destination
the complete and merciless devaluation of self.