17 Fix It, but Not You

Remember,
you said,
“I am addicted.”

I
broke; I
closed up inside.

Somehow
it made
me hate myself.

But
that is
what this addiction

does.
It breeds
lies, not love.

Done.
Cold Turkey.
You “fixed” it.

But
I am
still shattered. I

still
wonder. Do
you have secrets?

We
moved on.
So you think.