I was an addict

When you met me, I was an addict, and you were too.
We were addicts together.
We used each other, because that's what addicts do.
Our foundation was made of sex, drugs, and booze. No wonder it couldn't hold us.

When we ran together I was an addict, and you were too.
Each time I saw you was exciting, glamorous, taboo.
Never underestimate the value of a good running buddy.

When you told me you loved me, I was an addict, and you were too.
You shared your heart and soul.
I was in love with you.
We were two volatile people, living on an edge, with no safety net beyond the other.

When you cleaned up your act, I was an addict, and you were too.
Finally, I also said that my days were through.
I tried so hard to put it all down, but I failed again and again. Each time was different, but exactly the same.

When you set hard boundaries, I was an addict, and you were too.
You knew this would mark the end for me and you.
How could I not know?

When you left me, I was an addict, and you were too.
I did those things that addicts do.
And you said goodbye. You were doing what I could not; you couldn't let my sickness hinder you.

When you met me, I was an addict, and you were too.
We were addicts together.
We used each other, because that's what addicts do.
I'm still an addict, and you are too. No wonder you can't hold me.

Can't you see we played the same games, told the same lies, poured salt in the same wounds?
Can't you see that I hurt you because I'm an addict, not because I don't love you.

When you met me, I was an addict, and you were too.
We were addicts together.
You left me, because I'm an addict.
And now I'm an addict alone, and addicted to you

 

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