“It’s not your place to judge,” you preach,
“There’s nothing you can do—
So if you love me as you claim
You should accept it too.”

Your blind rejection of my words
Cuts through me like a knife…
“Don’t ask me, Dear, to look away
While you destroy your life.”

“I can handle it,” you laugh,
“Or stop at any time,
You are the only one I know
Who treats it like a crime.”

I can’t ignore the simple truth
Or put it on the shelf…
“Don’t ask me, Dear, to never hear
When you lie to yourself.”

“What can happen?” you reply,
“Your nagging is unreal!
I don’t know why you’re so upset—
It’s really no big deal.”

A gentle sob escapes my lips
In lieu of a goodbye…
“Don’t ask me, Dear, to stick around
Until the day you die.”

2 thoughts on “Addiction

  1. lokesh roy

    I can hear a gentle man’s voice in the poem- as if he is misjudged , misunderstood & wronged . Well that may be the case but you have to be gentle, affable & humble always as indeed the poem itself is . For instance if someone appreciates your poem, have a good word for him too .

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