
I contemplated telling you that I still Crave you like the nicotine, the smoke once drawn into my lungs. heart pounding. pump you through me You're half habit and half addiction.
Love to hate the irony of desiring what only harms me.
Consider the striking resemblance between you and the hot ember that burns my craving away. Temporary. You were comforting like that, rather an object of subtle distraction.
Held by lips, satisfaction, briefly. You used to tease me with
impermanent bliss. "always leave you wanting more"
I can never seem you keep you here, though four inch heels couldn't rub you out. Surely we used eachother. you're always tugging at my mind, smoke and mirrors.
I could quit anytime...