by Katharine Smith10 Mar 2015
I asked you to stop smoking because I wanted to be the only thing you were addicted to. I envied the mugs of coffee you drowned your blood in each morning for they were able to wake you up better than I ever could. Every sip of wine was a cruel reminder that you would never be drunk off of my presence alone, and that I would never consume your mind the way that alcohol did. Your innocent admiration of beauty riddled my mind with jealousy as I was met with desperation whenever your eyes strayed from mine. It never crossed my mind that being desired was more than being needed, that I was choice and not your necessity. But it doesn't change the fact that you only wanted a piece of me, and I wanted the whole damn thing.