My addiction

I’ve put you up my nose.
I’ve put you in my veins.
A sad day that was.
I cried the second I pushed it through…
Trying to numb this pain,
And thinking I’d be good. 

Silly me,
left with an addiction,
And a broken heart. 

No bottle,
No syringe,
No powder,
And no pill,
Can do to me,
This love. 
This sickness.
Still.

I seek therapy,
I go to groups.
There is no 12 step plan,
That will free me from you. 

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