Baggy clothes
Emaciated face
He arrived at my doorstep.
He smelled of bile and cigars,
His eyes searched me desperately.
I still love him but
I don’t love his friends
Ana and Mia,
And what they’ve done to him.
I wish I could help, but I know it’s useless
Because these friends
Have overpowered him.
I want to tell him to stop, but I know
From experience that that’s the worst
Thing I can do. He’s hurting, I’m hurting
Because of him.