I never understood Addiction.
Until I. Met. You.
The smoking and drinking only dull the ache
Of the yearning for passion.
The wasted life, crippled humanity
All for just a taste
Of that time before, “What we had.”
Worse than any street drug
It strikes the mind and heart
Swaying me with a simple smile
Hope is a bitter, double-edged sword
Slowly cutting the ties of heart and mind
As Sanity slips away
Leaving a shadowed and crude changeling in its place
Sobriety isn’t an answer either;
To leave addiction would remove hope’s sword
And plunge one into numb apathy
Love is a prison of your own making
A battle that’s lost before it is won
… The reason it is the only true addiction.