You Consume Me /Poetry

nicotine

You were just my cigarette. Off and on, and then tossed away once all the ashes are burnt. A temporary relief to a forever aching.

When things go bad I inhale you in, feeling my mind spinning again,
Its going to be okay once the nicotine gets in.

I exhale and you want to stick around. To my hair, my breath, my lungs. Your sour taste lingers in my mouth, like its afraid to be lonely.

The walls of my heart are coated with your tar, its so thick, blocking any escape. flick by flick, your tearing me to pieces. I keep doing it because it makes me feel.