A teeny tiny bit of hope appears after 3 weeks in my second letter to my addiction.
Part 2 – ‘Me & You’
You steal my laugh, you steal my smile.
Hijack my thoughts, insert denial.
I want you gone, depart my life.
But you won’t leave, without a fight.
Step to me, I challenge you, I’ll strangle you until your blue, breath deprived you will be slew.
But me alone I cannot snatch, a victory, or leave a scratch, each bout I lose I’m back, rematch.
We meet, we spar, you beat me down, you strip me bare, whip me around, no choice I have but run from town.
Notoriously difficult, I think I’m safe, surprise assault, each time I run, same result.
I know I cannot run away, for you will always find a way, “come back to me” you softly say, with me you will forever stay.
Acceptance – something I must do, admit defeat, you win, I lose, and to myself I must be true.
Everything I’ve come to love, and even things I’m just fond of, I give you when push comes to shove, the emptiness fits like a glove.
Left with nothing now I’m free, to forge my own eternity, misery, not my cuppa tea, blind to life, now I can see.
My tendencies towards introspection, hinder me like an infection, the cure I’ve found for this abjection, connection, affection, a new direction.
Now I have revealed your truth, lies you tell I can construe, so whisper friend, do what you do, recovery will silence you.