My Drug

There's a drug,

That I'm addicted too. 

You don't shoot this drug. 

You don't inhale this drug. 

You don't smoke this drug. 

You don't drink this drug. 

This drug is in a different form.

It takes shape in words,

It takes shape in actions,

It takes shape in promises. 

It's the moment those words mean nothing, the actions aren't there, and the promises are broken that you realize how addicted you are to this drug. 

It's time for me to cut myself off from this drug that's locked it's claws around me. 

Even if it kills me, I am better off without this drug. 

So I sit here and wait for the tears to pass, the shaking frustration to be over, and my life to continue on without withdrawals from you. 

Because you are my drug. 

(Written on July 2nd, 2014 at 8:55 pm))