Loving you is like smoking a cigarette
I know it’s killing me
But I do it anyways
I keep saying “Oh, I’m going to quit eventually”
But we both know that eventually may never come
we both know that even though its bad for me
its something i learned to enjoy with time
something I became addicted to
just as I became addicted to the taste of your lips
And I try so damn hard to quit
but just when I’m about done with the withdraws
you say something stupid
like “I miss you”
And I’m loving you all over again
Smoking another pack of cigarettes
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Poetry
PoetryHey, this Is a collection of poetry I've been writing since 2010. I promise it's better toward the end, being that's my more recent stuff. So feel welcome to skip forward, read it backwards or whatever you'd like:)
