I'm not sure what you want from me,
but you are here to get clean.
I watched you take your last hit.
I watched you get it ready.
I watched you place the needle in your arm and give in.
You curled up in a ball next to me,
You asked me to hold you.
You kissed my forehead and ended up
holding me, because I was too weak.
I couldn't help but cry after watching that.
I tried to hold it all back.
You then told me you loved me.
It has been 7 days since that,
You have been clean for 7 days.
The past week with you has been hell.
Your mental break downs.
chills.sweats.Shakes.whines.
You have been so fucking hard to deal with.
This morning, you are sleeping.
I have watched you sleep a solid night.
we both have not been sleeping.
Today as I sit and watch you,
You finally seem at peace.
Is the hell over?
does this mean you are clean?
I am going to lay down now and sleep.
You look warm and I feel tired.
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