Junky Stories

 Okay, fine! I will admit it then. Here goes. I am an addict. Are you happy now? No? Well, what else do you want from me? (Heavy sighs, eye rolls, stomping my feet) My story? Why? You think you can fix me, don'tcha? Well guess what? I'm not fucking broken!   Maybe I am slightly damaged. Slightly. Damaged? Aren't we all? Except for you, of course. You have somehow managed to live 40 years without so much as a scratch on yo...

Why did you come hereWhat is it that you fearWhy do you vanishAnd then suddenly reappear Why did you pick meDid you think I'd not seeThe weakness in youOr this living hypocrisy Perhaps you saw it in meItching and begging to be freeWelcomed with open armsNo longer some huge mystery Here we are, together at lastStuck trying to erase the pastNow I have a partnerTo help throw what I can not cast I wish I had you to blameI hop...