Poem: The Addictee

[buffysmglover]

He seems a friend
Who will never disappear.
He seems a friend
You know will always be there.
And you for him.
Yes, you with him.
Everyday.

Reality?
You should have seen it coming.
He seemed a friend.
It's too late to be running.
Now he's changed
Everything
About you.

It seems you cannot care
The reason that I stare.
Ones like you are rare.
You're blind. Addicted.

The addictee.
You won't see what he has done.
Reality?
The addictee has won.
He'll never know
Just what he took.
All he took.

You were alone.
He pulled the sword from the stone.
Almost illusions
Made you act your age.
Seemed mature.
You'd seemed mature.
You were changed.

But still you act so old.
Choose your stories told.
For long you had me sold.
Not the addictee.

Truth says you're a teen.
But lies are still seen.
You became unclean.
Thank you, addictee.

Here I stand
Wishing I weren't just a tool.
Just a stand
Of wishing I weren't just a fool.
But he hurt.
The addictee hurt.
Me.

Seems you cannot care.
Friends like you were rare.
And new friends give you a scare.
The addictee.
Took it all.