His Addiction

His addiction,

Everything he ever loved,

Was in her heart.

He left without a sound,

He crept across the floor,

As his tears stained his hands.

It hurt more than he thought;

She was too good for him,

And he was too blind to notice.

She wasn’t the air he breathed,

Nor was she the food he ate.

Rather, she was his fix.

He shot her up, and he shot her out.

Guarding himself, he put off a cool demeanor,

All the while hiding his insecurities,

And praying things would get better.

He hid behind his fears,

While she had a smile on her face,

And not a care in the world.

He began to dream of different suns and sad days.

She dreamt of the eyes of a loved one.

He took it and walked away,

And she walked by him and sang her songs.