Junkie

Like a fiendish addict
Helpless from your poison
Doomed to live in conflict
Mainlining your toxic love
Now I am infected and rotten
For push came to shove
Found myself the only victim
Caught by your twisted cruel game
You knew I’d succumb
I had no shame
My soul was crippled
Maimed by madness and insecurity
I never even struggled
Just a hopeless pathetic junkie
Begging for more wrecked and needing
God it was too easy
To destroy me completely
so you did

sb 2011

Reviews

[Norah]

Beautifully said! I like this!

[Gomer LePoet]

crushing admission of self inflicted resentment of your own weaknesses. I can and do understand.

[Coyote Poetry]

No weakness in this poem. Direct and honest words.
'Caught by your twisted cruel game
You knew I’d succumb
I had no shame"
A strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Robin]

those damn endorphines ...

and toxic love - sigh , there are laws against mislabelling