I Adore Addicts

A Poem

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You were the first person
I reached towards,
A single, shaking arm
Plunged into the thick
Fog of fresh grief.
You pulled me through
The first awful snow,
The first month on Earth
Without her;
You pulled me through
Blunt smoke in a strangers’
Bedroom, ash covering
Bedspreads (which we would
Soon spread our bodies against).
You pulled me through
A dissociative dream that was
Spring semester;
Part of me feels like
I will be a Junior forever.
You pulled me through
Long class lectures
And unfamiliar hallways.
You pulled me through
Relationships and wreckage,
Some of which, I’ll admit,
I created.
You grasped the horns
Of this life (a few too many times)
With all of your might,
Until that last night.
Until you were pulled
(A bit too deep)
In the diseased drugs
Clouding our hometown.
I’m so glad I got out
Alive.
(I’m so sorry I didn’t
Have the strength
To pull you through).