"addiction; noun (1599) 1. The quality or state of being addicted <~addicted to reading> 2. Compulsive need for and use of a habit forming substance (as heroin, nicotine, or alcohol) characterized by tolerance and by well-defined physiological symptoms upon withdrawal; broadly: persistent compulsive use of a substance known by the user to be harmful."
I think about one word over and over as I light another cigarette, drink another beer, down another shot. addiction. addiction. The very word has harmful connotations. But do you or I ever see the fallacy of this lifestyle? Fuck no, because I'm obviously just jaded enough to not give a fuck. And you, well, you're just weak enough to not put up a fight. Hell, writing in and of itself is an addiction. You and I both know that. It's what we were born to do. Fuck, no, I take that back. Destiny is bullshit. We weren't born to do anything other than fuck ourselves over and then die alone. Addictions run rampant through our collective lives. There’s that fucking word again. Say it with me: ADDICTION. There you go, now that we've got that out of our systems, I can tell you to your face that you're wrong.
“addict; transitive verb (1534). One who, without expert help, is unlikely ever to break the habit of using drugs.”
I think about one word over and over as I watch you light another cigarette, drink another beer, down another shot. addict. addict. Your refusal to leave it, my refusal to leave you. This lifestyle you lead is one that repulses me, but day in day out the same destructive habits that have been breaking you threaten to engulf me. You’re spiraling down and I climbed aboard for the ride. Choice, I hardly can realize. It’s cyclical and I’m just a stand in. It’s new to me, but I’m too naïve to count the ones before me. The names on the arm. The cuts below the skin. You may be fucking yourself over but you’re too self-absorbed to realize that your addiction doesn’t stand by itself. Addictions run rampant through our collective lies. There’s that word, your blatant character again. Say it with me, if you’re still able: ADDICT. And there YOU go. With veins and a past so scarred nothing will ever be clear from your system. I won’t ever tell it to your face because I know we’re both wrong. At least its not a solo act. We’ll crash together but we’ll burn alone.
addict; transitive
verb (2006). I, knowingly lacking
strength of my own, am unlikely to ever break the habit of you.
