You are my cigarette stick.
You're deadly and addicting.
Written all over you are my possible outcomes but I still chose to breathe you into my lungs.
I let you into my body as you pass through my every vein bringing you back into my heart into a cycle.
You are my addiction. Addiction? Yes addiction. I began to long for you breakfast, lunch, and dinner my lungs longing for you, my body yearning for your scent to stick into my skin.
I knew my life was in the line but I still chose you to touch my lips all over again wanting more of you.
You're my cigarette stick. My bad habit. And you kill me every single day.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken
PoetryNever found the right time to say it. Never felt it was right to be said. I leave this as a message for those who read. These are the truths that were and will always be unspoken. But surely be known.
