In hedonistic days,
Proving ourselves to be headstrong,
Was self-inflicted mental-masochism,
A test of endurance,
Repercussions and consequences,
Were for everyone else,
We thought ourselves immune, above risk,
Though, I was ambivalent,
About the company I was keeping.
By comparison, I was a shrinking violet,
Timid, new to the game,
Masquerading as someone who didn’t care,
I couldn’t have cared more,
I took everything I was given.
Growing thin on patience,
Thin in the flesh,
Through bad skin, sleepless nights,
Dirty bed sheets, stained carpets,
Whatever dive we lived in at the time.
If I was on the run,
I detached from myself,