Finding Life In Smoking, Drinking and Screwing

Are you cheating on me? Yes, but I do
Not tell her that the other girls mean
Nothing to me. I wish that I could redo
It from the beginning, but I am seen
As an addict and I cannot change
That. I drink and smoke to escape
The pain. I use them to exchange
Pain for pleasure and every scrape
Is no longer felt because I am numb.
I wanted to forget all about her hazel
And lush green eyes. It is her glum
Mouth and it is her harsh appraisal
Of me that does not mean anything
Anymore. I do not even care if I flat
Line. Everyone thinks they can sting
And hurt me, but nothing has that
Power over me. I have lived the best
Life I could. If I find it in a bottle or
In smoke coming from my chest
I will not push it aside or ignore
The feeling it gives me of being free.
I am finally feeling like I can be me.
Author's Note
Inspired by DRINKING, SMOKING AND SCREWING competition. This poem is coming from another point of view which not my own.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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