Nicotine
It was only supposed to be
a tiny, miniscule taste
but love had other ideas.
You are a cloudless sky
in my clouded mind,
In the end, I'm always
craving you.
You ever get that feeling that repeats,
like abstinence from nicotine?
You ever get that feeling of
wanting to be
numbed into bliss,
risking narrowed
veins and arteries
for just one
mind-silencing kiss?
I'll let passion sear my heart
and won't hear what
my insecurities
love to whisper into
my abused ears;
I can polarize what's blurred
and what's clear.
- Crimsyy
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PoetryThere are cigarette lighters everywhere you turn. Welcome to my new book, Burn! I hope you enjoy it (: - Crimsyy
