Cigarette
I choke you down the same way I choke down smoke from a cigarette.
I hate the way you taste
I hate the burning sensation you leave in my throat.
but the way you make me feel
the calmness you provide
makes up for the excrements you leave in my lungs.
I secretly love all the damage that comes with being yours
I claim to not be an addict
I simply love the feeling I get from being yours.
although, I'm not sure I could stop at any time.
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