Your lips are an addiction
These cigarettes are an addiction
Expensive but better than nothing
Better than me crying myself to sleep
The way you smell is an addiction
A strong but hard addiction
This last few days have been an addiction
Texting you is an addiction
A habit I can't kick
You're a habit and I don't want you
Not no more
Not today not tomorrow
Not next year no more.
I lied when I said I don't want you
I want you I want your touch
The way you whisper against my skin
I want the feel of you against me.
I'm sorry
YOU ARE READING
Maybe poetry?
PuisiThis might be poetry it might not but I have a lot to day but not enough words to say it with
