This is a poem written by my partner. It reflects on addiction and a relationship, along with a relapse. I have posted Lady Gaga’s new video because I am officially addicted. I would love for anyone to sent me poems, short stories, any art to post on here! Email me at steph@intherooms.com.

Relapsed Lover Part 1:
Maybe Only an Addict Can Understand Cocaine

By Briana M.

You’re doing fine
I’m not going to cosign
Wanting a catastrophic line.
Please call on the Divine.

The clock goes “tick”
Feeling oh so homesick
I have an excruciating itch
What I crave is toxic.

You’re doing fine
The clock goes “tick”
I’m not going to cosign
Feeling oh so homesick
Wanting a catastrophic line.
I have an excruciating itch
Please call on the Divine.
What I crave is toxic.

It took one call,
Peering out I saw it all.
Hustling your new eight ball,
I watched the solemn snowfall.

Eight months awhirl,
Give me some girl.
It cost a pretty pearl
To fill the void like a schoolgirl.

It took one call,
Eight months awhirl,
Peering out I saw it all.
Give me some girl.
Hustling your new eight ball,
It cost a pretty pearl
I watched the solemn snowfall.
To fill the void like a schoolgirl.
Don’t leave me now,
I swear I’ll be better somehow.
How could I allow
The downfall of our vow?

Just one more,
I hit the floor.
Tenderly as it bore
Into the carpet to explore.

Don’t leave me now,
Just one more,
I swear I’ll be better somehow.
[You] hit the floor.
How could I allow
Tenderly as it bore
The downfall of our vow?
Into the carpet to explore.

This day is forbidden,
Secrets must stay hidden.
Should I wake her from day-dreamin’?
How can I still be smitten?

It’s time for me to go,
I’m writing this letter slow.
Leaving with a tip-toe,
Sorry, I caused you sorrow.

This day is forbidden,
It’s time for me to go,
Secrets must stay hidden.
I’m writing this letter slow.
Should I wake her from day-dreamin’?
Leaving with a tip-toe,
How can I still be smitten?
Sorry, I caused you sorrow.