Enabling
The phone rings and I know
That you will beg for money
The amount is always too small
Too telling of your situation
It’s easy to believe lies cries
From red high eyes
I despise the disease
That holds hostage
Your humanity as you’d steal
Lie kill to support your habit
At some point you will
Have to face your demons
The reasons you use
Are too many and too few
And I am tired simply tired
Of trying to save you from yourself
It’s not that I don’t care
I am painfully aware
That you do not
Not enough to trust
Tough love and stop
Holding us hostage
Ripping our hearts
For a snort a sip a dip a puff
All because you can’t get enough
I’m done being the blame
For your emotional abuse game
Gaslighting and the insane
Behavior
Only the savior can save
I’m done enabling
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2024
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