Sickness

The coughing starts
Then the shakes set in,
We’ve all seen this,
We know where it begins.
We know, in an instant,
Where you were last night
And that you were with
Her
Again…
They say your sickness is a
Disease, an addiction,
And we should be sympathetic while
You try to get better…
But I can’t help but to think of
All the birthday parties and first days of
Class and
Broken hearts you weren’t there for…
And I hate you.
And I hate her.
And I hate your addiction that they call your
“Sickness”