Thomas C
Addiction
By Thomas Conroy
All is said
All is done
And you’re pointing a smile at me
Like a loaded gun
Not an hour before we fought
Spitting venom and fire
You threw a fist
My lip bleed
I smashed the lamp
And you left
But you came back
Upon return
You felt different
Changed
Probably due to the whiskey
I could smell on your breath
I wanted to turn away from you
My lips still hurt after all
But then you flashed me that smile
Your beautiful
Intoxicating
Smile
We crashed arm-in-arm down to the floor
I kissed the angles of your jaw
You whispered sweet nothings
Silly things
Like what the kids will be named
Where the honeymoon would be spent
And how you didn’t mean it earlier
When you said
You didn’t love me anymore
My father drank
Mom smoked
I’m biologically inclined to addiction
And self destruction
And bad decisions
I guess that’s why I believed you.