I Hope These Poems Will Make You Cry

Addiction

Some people smoke.
Some people drink.
I went to him.

His words were intoxicating,
The poison in my veins,
So sweet.
So good.
All mine.

When I was dying,
I went to him.
When I was trying,
I went to him.

When I wanted to die,
It was because of him.
When I wanted to try,
It was because of him.

I am my own rehab.
He is a drug I don't need.