Speak Up

I saw him across the street And I fell so hard!

Sometimes he would leave but he called To woo me.

Finally we kissed and he was my drug. I fell in love.

Then one day, he got his own high with my loved ones. They all took a hit behind my back.

I found out through someone else that he was an addict. I didn't believe it.

Then it hit me. No he hit me. Why was he so angry? I found a syringe buried in the closet, he started to lock the bathroom doors. Twitching in his sleep, restlessness deep.

I still love him. He is the addict and I watch him deteriorate. I'm blinded by "love".

This poem is about the love of my life. He is an addict and I still stay hoping he'll change. If you are using meth don't get involved in a relationship. Meth and love doesn't mix.