My World of poems.

I'm her bad habit.

If I could,

I would take that smile

and inject it directly

into my bloodstream.

My parents warned me about

drugs in Baggies sold on the

street,but Never ones with teeth

and a Heartbeat.

If your body was like a cigarette

And with each knock a

Bit of you would crumble

And fall, I would catch it in

My hands and inhale you some more.

Your lips Are like wine, and

I want to get drunk.

That curved smile, is like vodka

In my veins and I cannot think

right anymore.

You have blurred all other

Visions around my sight, but the

View of your sincere

Touch on my hand one day.

I am not addicted to cigarettes, drugs,

or alcohol.

None of those are a

Bad habit to me, because

I do not consume any of those

Things.

But, I want to taste

those bittersweet lips and

I want to have Your arms interlocked

Around my Waist.

And I am not addicted to

Cigarette, drugs, nor alcohol.

I am addicted To you.

I've longed for your bittersweet

lips on mine.

I want to feel your arms interlocked

on mine.

If you ever

Leave me I'll go insane.

You are my cigarette, you are my drug,

you are my alcohol. If you ever leave me,

I'll go Insane like a smoker that's

addicted to cigarettes

When their last pack of Marlboro red is.

I'll go insane like a drug Addict,

When they don't have a cent Left to

buy cocaine.

I'll go insane like an alcoholic gets

when there's

Not an ounce left of vodka

In the bottle.

I am not addicted to

cigarettes, Drugs,

or alcohol,

but I am addicted to you,

because you are

My bad habit.