You’re the poison running through my veins
You are the reason for all my pains
I have one taste and I just want more
I turn around and shut the door

It doesn’t matter who gets tricked
As long as you are my next fix!

Morning noon and night and sometimes in between
When I have you, you’re the devil, and I turn unusually mean

But I don’t care
As long as you are there
In my cupboard by my bed
You’re the only thought in my head

I hate you, then I love you, I don’t know what to do
The effects can be so tragic, oh devil, what are you?

The devil answers back

“I’m alcohol”

Elizabeth Harding

Elizabeth Harding

Editor-In-Chief at NY Literary Magazine
Elizabeth is our Editor-in-Chief who oversees all the aspects of our online and print publications, as well as managing our team.
She has the final say over what gets published in the magazine and who wins the poetry contests.
Elizabeth Harding