Addictions

 We laughed among your friends. You where my Jonathan and I belonged to you.  Then one of them pulled out the bag with it's continents. Nothing much, just weed, but still.

 

 I begged and pleaded; babe don't, please. That was the last time I belive, when innocence still  showed in your eyes. Beautiful bright brown turned dark with it's burdens. He my sweet ever so nice Jonathan snorted and said why not? It won't hurt it's not addictive, i think. All i'll get is a wicked case of the munchies.

 

 I knew that there was no use arguing. Little did i know that was the start of something new. Besides the weed they pulled out beer. Jonathan tried to lighten my mood by trying to give me some beer. I turned away in disgust and told him to get me a redbull.

    

   He put the beer in a glass cup and mixed it up with redbull. At first i didn't notice, I couldn't be hurt, couldn't be fazed. Then one of your friends pulled out the bag, another bag, filled with meth.

 

  You took a snort and a half and told me to try it, how it'll be fun. weed is one thing beer as well neither are good but meth, jonathan? that stuff isn't to play around with. I tried to sound reasonable but the beer made me slurr a notch.

 

Still he should have known what i said. My sweet caressing, Jonathan hurt by the monster. That was the start of the end. The beginning of his Addiction