Addict
I
was an addict just like him
His
face pale like chalk
The
eyes sea blue perfection rolled back in his head
My
tears black with mascara were tiny mud puddles
On
his sunken cheeks
In
the waiting room of the emergency room
I
sat in his vomit and sweat
Cause
I was an addict of him
I
saw the needle juicy and ripe with poison
Glide
into what he called the sweet spot
The
center of his left arm
It
was bruised, and dark and empty
And
anything but sweet
I
ignored judgmental glances and whispers
Cause
I was an addict of him
I'd
take the late night brawls
And
early morning smacks
Cause
I was an addict of him
His
beautiful sadness
The
mystery of him that would unravel in my hands
He
was one of many who caught it
The
street plague that stole the soul and genius of some many
Was
a common as rain in the alleys of Seattle
He
was a trailer park boy who had rock and roll dreams
He
was the poison I that I took into my willing veins
Cause
I was an addict of him