First let me state why I wrote this. I was inspired to write it by something I read. We all have our vices, be it music, food, attention, drugs, a person, etc. The beauty is, this poem can be any of them.
I loathe the way my pain seems to feed you,
I'm ashamed by the way my fingers seem to need you,
A perfect drug? Addiction found? Loveless dependency, and another round,
I should shun the very sight of you, yet I reach delight every night with you,
And where does it leave me? Hopeless dependency, habit bound
