Ketamine

When was the last time I did this

And didn’t think about a purple flower?

Her silk body

Covered my calloused shoulders

Draping over my existence

In a fashion only a deity could

She seemed to understand

Why I hesitated

At the edge of the world

“I’m not her”

“And that’s okay”

Her ethereal hair

Protected my pupils from my past

It was euphoric but

This love is false

Artificial

This love 

Is not

But it has educated me 

Manufactured love heals when true love bulldozes your will

Nothing feels better

Than being understood by a stranger