"You said you would be here
through the thick and thin"
My body has been through it
And baby, my patience has been
strung out thin.
Addicts only know themselves best
They can't see you
Only past you
Into a projection of themself.
Back seat passenger
Guiding my relationship habits
The chords
That I play the best.
My go-to comfort
The only way I know to love best
Is a struggling person
In the woes of addiction.
One part - my mother's enabling
Another piece - my father's vice
Final product - my veins collected
as proof in a messy affair.
Doomed to repeat;
try holding things together
while they slip between my fingers.
Hoping for different results.
Every. Single. Time.
Self reflecting poem of my habits, and what it feels like to be the "fixer" of everything around you. Never ends, I hope someone can take care of me for a change.
