Addiction is tricky

For example:
A man who quit smoking for 11 years spent 15 seconds in an elevator with a man smoking a cigarette

He gave in.

What I’m trying to say is:
*I think I love you again.

You seem to enjoy fixing things that aren't
Broken
Like my stairs
Or my swing set
Or my home.
No one asked you to step in
And try to make everything better
I don't need you painting my room
Or planting my grass
Or loving my my mom back to health.
We are broken.
And maybe I liked it that way.

Stories make us who we are
Have to share every instance
That can give someone the slightest hint
Of who you are
God forbid, your words aren't heard
You swore to yourself
That you'd leaving feeling
Strong in your word
With an image to match
But like this little match
That can't light damp heavy wood
Your burning all your energy
To be understood and brought to life
In bright bursts  of fire
But the jobs too big
And the efforts go unnoticed
To all except for the pile of
Matches at the bottom of this pit
Swing and a miss

People are so scared to be forgotten that they engrave there name on benches beside the words "in memory of" as if in some way they may live on through metal plastic and wood. In a room full of strangers is anyone themselves? Maybe just everyone. Yourself is unattainable when surrounded by others. A tree is pure and strong until it is climbed and chopped. Many would rather the abuse instead of solitude. To be alone is not lonely, it is full. To be full is lonely unless it is shared. To share a mere sliver leaves two hungry stomachs. Instead, remain in solitude until bliss and self reliance is achieved. Once you can be alone with no guilt or burden, then you are ready to open your veins to the blood of another.