Five Month Streak

I had a five month streak.

Dripping,

the faucet leaks.

My addiction hidden under a cup.

Drops,

the stains on my shirt. 

Rusted rivers crossing a heart. 

Tears,

run down skin. 

Hazy my mind was. 

I could not think. 

I was in a trance. 

Cracks on my skin that alleviate the built up emotion.  

Ultimately I hurt no one but myself. 

I deserve it.