No more substance abusers...

One of the few... That small percentage that got behind the lines... Each at their own depth... Only on as far as becomin a wife... All came n left with issues that were not mine... The rare ones... Uniquely tasted with a different kinda pleasure... They are the enjoyed class said n done... As luv with them was set to the side... Three outta so many I cannot remember their names... As it's said I wear my heart on my sleeve which isn't the case... I jus liked sharin feelings in which I could relate... Wonderin what life would've been like if they wouldn't of had seconds thoughts... Without the bs put on the table as so called proof... From the booze to the pills seen to the dope that pressed me away... The way it was expressed I didn't think I could lose... Yet friends of any kind has no worth when it comes to a substance... First is the third as the second is the first... The third bein the second in the proper order of who I luv'd more...  N all I never wanna do again is hurt... Seven yrs of opening up fell through due to a lifestyle I could neva choose... As close as we were in our time they turned... Unable to stand by my side n gain a friend... Each teachin me a lesson well learned...