This is my love poem to marijuana. I originally posted it on the blog I started with my friend Sam, who now has her own awesome site where she writes about dealing with her brain tumor. Some of the reactions from people I know were you can’t write about weed! To which I replied why not? If you know me, you know weed kinda defines a bit of who I am. And how is it going be made legal if people aren’t opening up about using it?!?! I’m not sure if I want weed to be made legal, but I most certainly want it to be decriminalized. It may help our economy. I would love if I could go to the corner store and pick up a pack of joints whenever I wanted. Sounds like bliss. I mean think about it…how much trouble do you get into when you get drunk and how much trouble do you get into when you get stoned? I think I made my point. Peace, Love, & Weed.
Most days I love you
Some days I don’t
When our relationship is good
It’s very, very good
When our relationship is bad
I feel like I am dying- literally
Oh, how can you turn on me when I love you so?
I give you my loyalty, devotion, and trust
In return you give me paranoia
Or worse
I feel like you are suffocating me
I can’t breathe
It feels as if you are choking me
How can this be love?
Oh, why do you do me like you do
Why can’t it always be a good time when we are together?
I love when you help me see humor in everything
Some of my best laughs are shared with you
You make my favorite movies even more enjoyable
Who knew that Ferris Bueller could seem even better than it already is
You are the best sleeping aid a lady like me could have
And oh how I adore you when you miraculously cure my hangovers
Oh, weed you inspire me so
You spark my creativity
You help me to think outside the box
I can’t thank you enough for the wisdom you provide while I’m under your spell
You captivate and enchant me
Which is why I keep coming back for more
I’m willing to forgive you for the freak-outs you induce
The nights I have to sleep with all the lights on
I can’t give you up
Nor do I want to
You are more pleasure than pain
So, I’ll take my chances
And light up my bowl
I surrender myself
I give up control
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