I cannot stop
There is always something in my body that craves a filler
A temporary cork.
The toxins of a cigarette
The calories of a pizza
The fingers of a stranger
If I'm without one, I will need the other.
Without the smoke in my lungs I'll eat myself to death. Laying in a bed of wrappers and china.
Without the fat in my mouth I'll fuck myself for hours. No one else would be willing to do it for me.
Without the moans in my breath I resort to my little cancer sticks. Hopefully I have my damned lighter.
But they're all temporary
Like the tattoos one buys from the dollar store
They all leave
So I waste my time and money to keep them close for as long as I possibly can.
I suppose that's what we are all doing.
November 8 2015 10:05pm
