To anyone who's never loved an addict

I hate to say this but I hope it happens

And that you can still claim that it’s all a choice

As you go your first day just waiting to hear their voice
And you hold your breath as you pick up the phone
And then have to respond that no he still isn’t home
And right then you break a little inside
Because all you care about is that he’s alive
It doesn’t matter that he stole your car or daughters Christmas
You’d forgive anything just to never have to feel like part of you is missing
Your do anything to never have to feel whatever the Hell this is
As you hold on to hope that the next call will be him saying mommy I’m alright
But you’re also praying that if he’s...