you're an addiction and in not ready to take on the withdrawals

January 15, 2016

Before I started smoking

I used to love the way you smelled

I loved the earthy scent

That littered your cloths

That I'd keep close to my face

Before bed

Every Night

Every time I held you close I could feel

That same aroma wrapping around me

Keeping me safe

I never wanted to let go.

When That first cigarette

Took the breath from my body

On impulse looked around me and was strangely

Surprised you weren't there

And that's when I realized that

You were so similar to that

Stick of paper death in my hands

You came and touched my lips so quickly

And left me lightheaded

And chased away all the anxiety and overthinking and sadness

That filled all of the cavities inside me

And made me feel so

Wonderful

But you were so short lived

And it seemed mere minutes after you left

The world seemed worse than when you

Were here

And I kept coming back for more and more and more only to realize that

I was killing myself

My letting you in.

You are an addiction to say the least

And I'm not ready for

Withdrawals

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