I am like a cigarette to you. You know I am bad for you, still you would ask for me, search for me to inhale. I am your addiction, your companion when you feel the world is not the best place anymore. Even when you know I am bad for you, you would still go back to me, the comfort you think you need. I wish I could tell you that you should find someone else to find comfort with, tell you that I'm temporary and that if you would stay longer, I might lose you because of me.
But no, your lips, the way you hold me in your hands, is telling me that you would rather fill your taste of me than have nothing at all.
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Peace with Myself
PoetryThese poems are here to give light in times of darkness, to make aware that darkness exist and that darkness can be conquered. Peace with Myself is a collection of poems from my journal for almost three years and finally, I am sharing it to the worl...
