Writings, rants, questions, poems, really just my life in a book.

Smoker

i crave you the way a smoker craves a cigarette. how just by touching me the slightest bit would make love and fire shoot through my veins filling me with you the same way nicotine fills a smoker. the smell of your cologne filled my nose and my lungs the way a smoker would breath in the toxic chemicals. you were the only thing on my mind even after you left the same way a smokers head is constantly filled with the thought of another cigarette. you are the cigarette and i am the smoker. You're my addiction.

{side note this is so cliché but also like a year old lol}