look at the mirror on the wall though you won't see it is the us and a little cup of tea [can you feel?] the lips painted with gloss placing a gentle kiss on the lips [whose lips?]
oh well, a hand on the cheek to lie on the floor [in sleep?]
thank you and goodbye then I go to dance in the snow and laugh [give me my placebo]
So, is this a love story between two heroin addicts or an addict and heroin? Considering the disorientation involved, I'd say it seems more to be the latter. Your fragmented style is a very appropriate approach to the subject matter. Then again, having read several of your works, disjointed unity seems to be the order of the day. You really need to be published somewhere so the reading public can enjoy thees writes. Unfortunately most of them are illiterate.
hmmm...like this one...i used to do heroin...so yea there were times i am sure i felt similar to this...i never overdosed but i passed out a few times...bad times bad times...i really like the way you chose to format this...the first and last stanzas are my favorite...this is all cool...the way you wrote is like the way you may feel like when your on it...