Addiction or Me

Addicted

You needed it everyday and if you didn’t get it I would be the one to blame.

I wanted you to love me—show me some affection, but instead you put me to shame.

I would say let’s discuss where we are going with this before our love is no more.

You’d say o.k. I’ll discuss it, but first let me go to the liquor store.

The liquid seeped out of your pores like the devil’s own cologne.

Once you started on your drinking binge our house was no longer a home.

I begged you, I pleaded with you ,if not for me for the children’s sake.

You told me you would offer no promises now move out the way for the drink you would make.

I’ll never forget those nights you would tell me I was not what you wanted in a wife.

Those words cut my heart so deep-so sharp like a kitchen knife.

I remember so vividly the nights you would cuss and yell.

I use to close my eyes and wonder what happened to the man I thought I knew so well.

I watched over the years as the liquor took control of your moods.

When you were hurting I thought I could comfort you ,but the liquor is the only thing that soothed.

You would get so drunk and talk about how your childhood was to blame.

But I thought when you gave your life to God the rest of your life was never the same.

For some odd reason I felt I’d be the reason you would put this sin to rest.

When I pulled out those divorce papers I knew this was the final test.

But much to me amazement you didn’t care for my final plea.

In the end I reached the conclusion you loved your liquor more than me.