I Need You?

Torn from the hinges, I’ve been broken before. Still, my body cringes. When will it cringe no more? Thoughts of you are all consuming. I can think of nothing else. Only fear and sadness looming, when I am left here by myself. You left me high and dry, the withdrawals damn near fatal. Now I’m left here wondering why. Other questions? I’ve a crateful. Why did I pick you up on that oh, so fateful day? Why can’t I give you up and turn and walk away? How would my life be now had I chose a different path? Would I be free from addiction and live a life that lasts? If only I could forget or turn back the hands of time, I wouldn’t be an addict forced into a life of crime. Unfortunately, that’s not plausible nor a probability. I only wish that it were possible. I’d be a better man, you’d see. So, until my very last day, the day I meet my grave, I’ve got one thing left to say to the master of the slaves.

“You need me as I need you.
Or maybe I just need to
give you up and leave you.
But when I try, I seem to
Go right back to needing you.
When I can’t stand to be with you.
What more is there for me to do.
Can we be through?
Do you need me, too?
Do I need you?”