Addicted
This is an unedited, raw, guest post from poet Tiffani Williams.
You were the best thing I had ever tasted. So strong and powerful, like nothing I’ve experienced before. I grew fonder of you as the days went by. Taking in a little more each day. I loved you…the way you made me feel…the way you made me think. I was a better person with you around…had me so high in the sky I couldn’t see anything else. I was blinded by your love…I didn’t mind this because that meant I couldn’t see the rest of the fucked up things in my life. I surrendered to you. I indulged you…knowing that I could risk becoming addicted and being completely honest, I didn’t care. My body and soul craved you in ways you weren’t willing to give to me. You wanted to sample other drugs. You weren’t ready to become addicted to me the way that I am to you. You’re young, and I get that…but if you weren’t ready to become addicted to one drug…committed to one. Well, that just means you’re too young…too immature to have me. This drug…my love…is way too powerful for your veins. I gave up my life to have been with you. Now I’m left aching, with all the memories and feelings. I’m left with the ashes of our relationship…we burnt bright but we burned fast. Left with the self-inflicted cuts and scars, tears running down my face at 2am wondering what went wrong. I got high off of you…I loved every minute of it. But like any drug its temporary…you always have to come back down.
C.R.Y
