I am an addict
Of simple words and honest scars
Of timeless tales
And books with torn covers
I am an addict
I snort minimum wage story lines
That make everyone love the underdog
And create imaginary villains
From the old women next door
I fill my niddle with 6 lonely hours
Spent on the edge of a rooftop
No one bothers to look up to
I am an addict
I made my dollhouse from cigarette covers
I didn't have the heart to throw away
I never smoked those cigarettes
I befriended them
I made them my companions
And audiences of a one-women show
I am an addict
Perhaps even,  THE addict