The Habit

You've started The Habit,

All because of me - isn't it?

I really didn't think that you'd be so stupid,

To think he cares more than I do,

If he really loved you,

He wouldn't let you cause yourself so much harm.

I look at you now,

And see a shell of a young, confused and broken boy,

I want to hold you, kiss you and kick his ass,

For breaking you into this pulp,

But then I quietly cry inside,

Because I'm reminded that if it weren't for me...

Your fate wouldn't be,

In the hands of him and The Habit.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this when I was feeling extremely guilty because someone I loved turned to drugs because of something I did. However, now I do not feel this guilt as I know it wasn't my fault - it was his for being so weak.

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*hug*