I thought
I was wrong
Because I missed your lips
More than coffee
In the morning
Your touch was cocaine
And I was still addicted
I missed your high
Thinking about you
With another love
Was worse than withdrawl
It was cyanide
In my veins
I needed you
But as I opened the door
To your demons again
I welcomed a stranger
Back into my home
And you were a sledgehammer
You were too broken
You were a toxin
You have overstayed your welcome
In my bloodstream
And that is why
You can not
Be my overnight guest
You may not linger
In my stairwell
Or smoke
In my corridors
I need rehab
I need sleep
You taste bitter now,
Old friend.
And to be honest,
I don't even like
Nicotine
Anymore
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Breakable Contents
Teen FictionCollection of poetry and short narratives I've written so far, some of it is simply class assignments while others are older, published works. All of them were written of experiences personally affecting me; nothing artificial! Thanks for reading- y...
