Replaced Addictions

by sugarcoatedprincess

Former alcoholic dips his tongue in water,
The flavoured water,
His savoured water.
One taste is never enough anymore,
He dreams of more,
He screams for more.

The scraggles of his tearing blue jeans,
Collect the dirt and mud from his floor,
Spreading it wherever he sits.
His shirt is slowly coming undone at the seams,
He’ll have to steal from another store,
As soon as this outfit splits.

The room around him is in a mess,
The table covered in open magazines,
Their flyers clipped for goods.
He’s waiting on a girl named Tess,
So up he stands and so he cleans,
Throwing out the rotting foods.

She comes, she comes knocking at his door,
Breathing smoke from all the chilled air outside,
Rubbing her hands till she gets in.
He greets her with hunger and implores,
That she refill his bottle, then he sighs,
In great relief, as hope fills the tin.

Former alcoholic dips his tongue in water,
The flavoured water,
His savoured water.
One taste is never enough anymore,
He dreams of more,
He screams for more.

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