Promise I'm not addicted
To the taste of coffee and cigarettes
Promise I'm not addicted to the sharp edges
The pain
I promise my fingers are crossed behind my back
Promise I'm not addicted
to the smoke
I don't need the high
This is my last shot
I can live with out you
This is my last bad night
Can't keep lying
I'm addicted to distortion
Addicted to not feeling
Addicted to feeling it all
In love with losing myself
in a cloud of chemicals
YOU ARE READING
Things never said
PoetryPoetry written by a lost soul at different points in my life. I hope to get feedback and I hope that you'll enjoy 😊 as reading please keep in mind that I am a novice poet with a soul full of words that can only glimpse into what I may be feeling bu...
