Number Three

Number three let's call him Nicotine, now this one hurt. He's down from the south, a real cowboy for sure. Man had a bad temper and scared me when he screamed. But it was addictive, he was all I knew I thought his anger was love, thanks dad, for the lesson I would sit there wondering "Why am I never enough?" "For anyone, but mainly you" I really wanted him to love me. I really wanted him to show up, I really did. I gave him opportunity after opportunity, but failed indeed he did I finally left, but came back and back again Because the familiar is easy, different is hard. But then I recovered, got back off my knees Found love in nooks and cranies you'd never expect to see