What I Want and What I Need

A poem about a drug addiction and also an addiction with love

Lost within the small trichomes of life, I find myself wanting more than crystals.
I find myself roaming upon the sweet and sparkling sensation of a thing so fragile.
The smell, stronger than love extract, releases and sends vibes throughout my body.
Feeling wonderful and free, the hair on my skin rises without even a taste of thc.

Sometimes I find my self wondering if this marvelous sensation can be felt without fire.
Can such a gracious herb give me hope while also letting me have love and desire?
Will I be able to withstand two relations? One for a partner and one for plant?

Tell me lord, am I able to have the warmth of both a fiery cherry and panting heart?
Or will one loose it's glow and with time see it's best to leave and depart.

Lord, If you give me both the girl and the green, I can transform them into something worth the pain I have seen.
For it is never to late to give up a hope or a dream, so I will keep praying you give me, not what I want, but what I need.

Author's Note

Sat down and wrote this one is about 15 minutes. Guess I needed to get it out, huh?