So I sat down
Watching the class
Taking out their
Instruments for
Orchestra.
My face, I could tell
Was as pale
As a ghost.
Which is probably why
Marie noticed.
And asked
While others passed
Without noticed.
My heart lay heavy
In my breast
Like a stone
As I lifted my sleeve.
Her expression,
Pure pain,
Flickered across
Her flawless face.
"Get up. We're going
For a walk."
"Do I have to?"
And Marie
Looked at me.
"Yes."
She told me I needed
Help.
—Wait. Correction:
She told me I
Should get help.
I say I've been
Thinking about it,
And sure, it's
Partly true,
But I'm lying.
We both know
I lie.
And we both know
This isn't an order.
This is a suggestion.
But I tell her I regret it,
I was stupid,
And she believes me.
And I believe me.
Almost.
Because I know it's stupid,
And I know I have nothing
To whine about.
But I wonder
If I care enough about me
To stop.
Do I?
I know the answer
But I'll pretend I don't.
Let's tuck it away
And see where this
Adventure ends.
Shall we?
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Diary of a Self-Proclaimed Addict
PoetryAddiction is like a fire: It consumes everything--your life, your soul--in a colorful fury. Victims are entranced. But behind the colors and the warm heat there is damage. The question is, can you get out before it burns your whole world down? ....T...
