Here, here

Addiction, I consider you a friend of sorts.
Of course, I was born into you,
but I’ve always welcomed your company.

You’ve been my backbone.
I grew up with you; dealt with you.
Women have felt you through me though,

and trust me,
that’s always an awkward one to blame on you.
But… you’ve been with me every step of the way.

Always offering words of encouragement,
whenever I thought enough was enough.
I may have woken up next to a few toilets, or scared

off a few women because of you. I may have some debt…
because of you, but I’ve managed. You always hold my hand.
You’ve been my guiding voice, a role model, and people dream of that.

I wouldn’t part with you for anything. How could I ever do that?