Beware of drug references. Of course, this is put UNDER the deviation, so for those who don't know me, this is just pointless XP

Anyways.

I heard some disturbing news two days ago.
Things aren't usually what a person expects.

I'm possibly making a mountain out of a molehill with this specific situation, but I was still compelled to write this. It hurt that much.

Though I've written another poem called "The Rush is Over" before this (which I don't think I've put up as of yet...), this piece here is the final one in the Opium series. I'll make a special folder and put the four poems in it in the order I'll have them be read in.

As for structure, you can see that I went with a totally different approach; usually I just do fixed poems and ballads, but here I just... wrote. I wrote hoping to end the romantic nightmare. And if I have any self-respect left, then it's ended, or the worst is over.

I'm sorry if none of this is making any sense. It's difficult to find words to describe my situation. That's why I didn't write a ballad this time.

So, as a lesson to all of you, make sure to look beneath the surface of something, or someone, you find interesting. You could be mislead by something as simple as a pair of glasses and a silly grin.

And so, enjoy another angst-ridden poem by Horse lady!

I'll try to write something happier soon. I mean it. I think.