Black Lungs

I try to run, but my body won't,

I look away but my head don’t,

I really need to detach but my heart won't.

 

I hate that I need you,

I crave and have to have you,

I love when I taste you.

 

You are the only thing I crave,

You will more than likely put me in an early grave,

I am just your slave.

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Back before I knew you, I didn’t know who I was,

Now I am not as strong as I once was,

Today it’s hard to even catch a buzz.

 

I love you,

You are everywhere I go,

Please come home.

 

Maybe I’ll give you up someday,

But today is just another Monday.

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phillipeddington

This poem is about addiction, but more specifically smoking and the use of nicotine. 

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