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Only Me to Blame

August 16, 2021

I met this pretty little thing
And I asked her, her name
She giggled a little and said:
My name’s cocaine
Get one little taste of me
I promise you’ll never be the same
I’ll get right down under your skin
And lay tracks down in your veins
And ride along those like a runaway train

Chorus: I guess there’s only me to blame
Should have never asked her for her name

Like a pubescent, adolescent out of control
First, I’m nibbling at your fingers
Then I’m biting at your toes
Your heart’s an appetizer
I feast on your soul, and before you know it
I devoured you whole
So don’t say I didn’t warn you
And don’t pretend you ain’t been told
And if you see me in the distance
Don’t go down that road
You see that road has many turns
It keeps twisting and winding
I burn so brightly like the sun
It’s blinding
And as you’re basking in my glow
I’ll cut you down just like lightning
Leave me on the floor if I am crippled
And crying
And still, you want me more
There ain’t no denying
You can’t resist my charms
Don’t even bother trying

Chorus: I guess there’s only me to blame
Should have never asked her for her name

~ Timothy T.

This writing is selected as an excerpt from the book Effective Use of Creative Writing in the Treatment of Addiction to Chemical Substances, Eric A. Kreuter, Ph.D., editor, a clinician at St. Christopher’s Inn.
It is published by Nova Science Publishers, to learn more click HERE.

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