Take Another
Take another.
How much harm can it do,
really?
Drink me down like water.
Skip the slow sips,
guzzle down the burn like
setting fire to your chest.
Everyone's an addict.
The way we link ourselves
to what we believe
we need.
Whether or not it is sin,
what makes us bleed,
what makes us breathe,
what keeps us awake at night,
craving, our bodies
abnormal
deprived.
Always on something.
It doesn't matter
if it's legal,
in a needle,
cased away in bottles,
or the high you get off your lover's
words spoke to you
like the bible,
their hand on the small of your back
and how it feels to be
with someone you missed.
High still the same.
So drink away.
Drink your addiction further
into its crater.
A black hole in the pit of your stomach
begging to be filled.
"I regret,”
meaning nothing.
Temptation is stronger than ever
and you aren't fighting.
Shrug your shoulders.
One more day
another glass
another attempt
to pray for it to pass.
No in between from
taking it one step at a time
and running a marathon.
When we were kids
you told me
that you could fly and
now I see it.
Just the slightest.
When you said that
you were high
I assume that's what you meant.
I didn't take you as the one to lie
but
I don't see you making progress
like you claimed you would.
In fact
I haven't seen your feet
touch the ground in years.
What have you given up
for me?
If you aren't moving forward
the best I can do
is stand behind you
so at least you can't
go back.