He Was an Addiction

He was an addiction.

One hit and I was hooked,

the butterflies and the

serotonin rush overtook

my mind and my heart.

It took me to another place

an escape from my pain

a new kind of high,

more potent than cocaine.

The more I had, the more I wanted.

I can still remember that feeling,

to this day I'm still haunted.

Watching the stars

from the bed of his truck,

candelight dinners

staring at each other awestruck.

His smile sent me soaring,

his hand on my hip made me feel safe,

elated and relaxed

I never thought I would need to escape.

I saw visions of white dresses

and white picket fences,

babies and growing old

but then suddenly

the warm breeze grew cold

The money had run out,

the excitement had worn off

we were both trying to chase the dragon

but we knew that it was time to cast off.

He drowned himself in Alcohol

night after night,

I was alone again,

and fight after fight,

The love was starting to fade.

And then one day

I found out I had been cheated and betrayed.

The withdrawls were the worst

the constant nausea

and the pain The heartbreak and the trauma,

I would never be the same

He was an addiction,

I lost myself in him,

I now know,

you need to learn when it's time to stay and when it's time to go