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1/2 an addict, 1/2 disgusted
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Personal Favorites Look up, I force my gaze up
I face that unwanted reflection
The hated man, the other half
Still addicted, Dependent on meth
The realization hits again
That I and Him, The same man
Night and Day difference
Pros and Cons I weigh
His motivation beats me to it
It is a sickness and I am sick
Of it of not wanting only to want again
Of being unable to manage
Everyday tasks and hobbies I loved
Creativity seems to visit
When it’s the good shit…
Again, That man before me now
God damn this fucking mirror
He knows how badly I hate him,
He feels no where near the same
Content with his poison
But I can see it in his eyes,
He knows that it isn’t right
Will he help me quit this time?
Bam!
You nailed this one! This was very gripping. I love the juxtaposition between what is and the fading hope of what is willed will be. I think this is the one of the best I've read. Beautiful work! I hope the man in the mirror finally sees you truthfully and light a compassion enough to help you get where ou need to go hugs SS.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."