Addict.

I lived on you like pills, swallowing you in ecstasy,

Until I was dizzy and delirious.

Puking the toxicity out afterwards, then going back for more,

I was thirsty…I was hooked.

Each interaction so intense, each time you left me with that familiar gray emptiness,

I could have lived on you forever.

Ingesting your daily doses of poison,

I’ve always had a high tolerance, and an odd fascination with suicide.

It feels good to be clean and sober, although,

I fear non-using drunks and addicts,

fighting for their lives,

in a way most people can’t imagine,

may have found some sort of substitute I haven’t tried yet.

It’s sure to do me in.