Here’s a little poem I wrote while being sick from some really greasy pizza. No it’s not about a person so don’t think it’s about you or someone you know, and it’s not about an addiction. Think about it a while. It’s a puzzle. Read the underlined words and imagine both from two perspectives related to each other.

Every time I close a door someone opens it again.
Your sickness is my health, your destruction is my form.
Your progress is my delay, my adventure is your game.
I enjoy your company and I loathe you all the same.
I cannot exist without you, but I’m paralyzed by you.

You’re my worst quality. I call you friend.