Addict or Something

"Baby, put the bottle down,"
The disappointment cracks his voice.
"Do you really need another one?"
But killing my liver is my choice.

"Another sip won't help,"
But it's my distraction.
"This is so bad for your health."
But it's my sick attraction.

I take out a bag,
My little home remedy -
Costing a whole fifty dollars, my relationship and my dignity.

As you walk out the door,
I'm left with the silence and home-wrecker powder.
I'm left with addiction and wilting, sick
Flowers-
A reminder that you loved me,
But not the person that I came to be.

I walk to the sink,
And wash away my affair.
And just as I do, 
You walk back through the door 
Because you've forgotten a bag,
Lying on the floor.

I look in your eyes and
They're the most beautiful blue.
Not bloodshot or widened,
Just faithful and true.
They remind me of sky and 
I am left wondering if 

I could've fallen in them to get
High rather than doing all this.