The Theif Named Addiction

I can’t look at him like this. I hate it when he is this way. I look in his eyes and they say nothing. He looks at me flatly. I have nothing to say. Except for, of course, “I hate it when you’re this way.” He looks at me and grins, because he doesn’t know how I feel. If he did he wouldn’t do this to me. Oh no, here comes the look. He gives me a look of pure desperation. I have nothing to say. Except for of course, “I hate it when you’re this way.” No don’t get in my lap and cry again. I just can’t handle it. I’m not strong enough. He crawls in my lap and begins to bawl, And I have nothing to say. Except for, of course, “Honey, why are you this way?” I hate the drugs you take. I wish you would see the truth. Because, honey, I hate it when you’re this way, And these drugs are robbing you of your youth. You were so beautiful. The thought of it makes me cry. Why couldn’t you see this? Why don’t you see it now? Now, I am sobbing. I am left with nothing to say. Except for, of course, “Why darling, why are you this way?” It’s stealing your youth, It’s stealing your beauty, It’s stealing your mind, It’s stealing trust, And worst of all it’s stealing your life. I love you dearly. I truly do. You are a treasure, You really are, But I am tired of worrying about you. You are with the wrong person. His name is Addiction. Worst of all he is a part of you. I wish you would change where I would have something to say. Possibly, just maybe, “I love you this way.”\'01, Written February 13th, 2002 © on Feb 13 2002 04:32 AM PST, Danielle Scarborough   10 • 0 • 1