Between the Needle and Me

[nikkisto]

You said you loved me
but forgot your words in a fifth of gin
And threw it up in the toilet
As you shit all over it again.

You’re a bird that can’t land
And it’s hard for me to see
Lying awake all night thinking
Will you choose the needle or me?

Or will you fly to another bird,
Just as I expect
Why in the world do I love you
So many reasons, and yet;

You tell me to wait 
For when you find your feet
But I don’t see your smile
in the other girls I meet

So lay me down in the meantime
Torture me every other day
As your heroin veins make you smile
A lot more than I may

I was very drawn to this title, great hook. Initially, I found myself in agreement with another reviewer, wanting to feel more of what it is that draws the writer back to his/her partner. If you're looking to speak more to the darkness of her addiction, you might add some lines that externalize addiction through the needle. It would allow the reader to find some empathy and connection with the love interest, and direct some of the anger of the poem towards the needle instead. I'd also love to see more vulnerability in this to add more depth. Really solid draft!