Your mind wraps around the idea

that you need it for one reason or another,

justifying an action tearing you apart.

Grabbing the bottle with greedy hands,

your body ignited with a yearning ache,

you feed the flame burning through you.

Every time, the demand becomes greater,

but you're not strong enough to throw it some water

and kill that fire altogether.

To calm the guilt, you lay down lies,

carefully placing each phrase or excuse,

because the justification feels so much better

than admitting that you have an addiction.