I was a destructive grenade

the creator of future flaws

the fault in society's stars

to be approached by no soul;

I was a foul stench of smell

a tissue tainted with mucus

a futile cardboard box.

So, why did you approach me?

I never knew;

you never hesitated,

not even once,

to send your love

through the cords of care.

You were the only one

who could rescue me

from destroying myself.

You were the missing piece

of my cocaine heart.