Poem: She-Addict

She cares for the drug
more than she cares for me;
Of course,
that's the definition of addiction.
I cannot say "NO" to her
and she uses my sympathy,
my empathy,
my love,
to manipulate me.
My feelings be damned,
as long as she gets
what she craves.

She lies to me,
hides things from me,
and when I catch her,
she cries and yells at me,
as if it were my fault;
Her behavior.

Going out of my way to help her,
I'm rewarded with abuse.
The more I give,
the more she wants.
We are both spoiled children,
though I try much harder.

Leaving her house
to be homeless again.
Left to the streets
feeling emptier
and more miserable
than when I came.

She does not deserve me, now,
and I deserve much better.

I love her.
I don't think she knows
what that means.

Mother-Moon,
I tire of her games,
I tire of her "take, take, take."
My life is hard enough
without her
making it worse.

The worst of all is that
She is now Me,
and I am now Ruby.
Seeing how I treated her
in days now too far gone.
Wondering if this is my Karma.

"You do not get to choose your Karma,"
Mother-Moon reminds me.

I wish she'd given my
8 pills back.
I wish she'd said,
"I love you more than that."

She did not.

Picking pills,
she sent me out the door without Love.
Back to my life:
Alone.