You were a chain smoker,
The very definition.
You had a habit of lighting people up,
using them up,
and then stifling their flame with the bottom of your shoe.
You were an addict,
An abuser of all those intoxicating.
You absorbed every aspect of the high,
And then disposed of the remains.
You were a dipsomaniac,
Drinking to the bottom of a bottle and smashing it on the ground.
I was a cigarette,
A drug,
A bottle of whiskey.
And when you were done with me
There was nothing left.
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Love and Other Fuckups
PoetryA collection of poems and drabbles about things such as life, love, and fucking up.