Showing posts with label drug addiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drug addiction. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Toast

You can’t find the lighter you say,
You need a lighter for your cigarette. 
So you grab the toaster, take it into the bathroom,
And I sit in the rocking chair and watch TV, a story
About the mundane horrors of polygamy.
Somewhere in my head, I know what’s happening,
That you took your shirt off, that you needed a
Fucking toaster in the bathroom
And a spoon
And a needle. 
Forty-five minutes, still an amateur. 
You come out and I grab your arm,
Keep my face in check, keep my jaw from dropping
At the giant, mean welt on your arm,
Ridged dents where you tied a belt to make your vein pop.
Your eyes rolling, your skin wan and sad.
I can’t look at you. 
And I never want to again. 

Be that broken winged bird that can walk away

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

The Drugs

Kurt took me home last night and we stopped and looked at my car.  It's a goner.  Won't start.  I think Adam (and I know nothing about cars) destroyed the fuel pump by letting it run completely of out gas.  It is really hard not having a car and living all the way out in never never land.  It is really difficult to have to move and not have a car to move anything with.  I need someone to bring my dead car back to life.  Without costing me any more money.  I lack two things:  money and time.  Especially when $400 was taken out of my account and used to buy drugs (that he left in my car.  Did I write that yet?  He is desperate to get them back.  It is really disgusting). 
I am not really speaking with Adam right now and have, maybe for the first time, absolutely no desire to speak with him.  I have come to the conclusion that asshole really is a bad person!  I thought that the drugs made him bad....but I kept saying to him yesterday, "make the right decision.  Give the drugs back."  I don't tell him I know that he took them from his grandmother.  His mother made me promise not to.  But at any rate, I am going to give them back to his grandmother. 
So, if I never talk to him again, I would be fine.  Except that I have Max.  He needs his dad.  Even if his dad is a total piece of garbage. 
There are a lot of men in my life.  And I like so many of them.  I am going to start dating the ones I like again and fuck Adam (not literally).  He is nothing to me anymore but a big problem.  If he would be the good person I thought he was, it would be fine.  But it appears he's not.