I used to smoke cigarettes
because of the head rush
and how the world would stop
and I could focus
and as quickly as a December’s sunset
my problems would fade
and it would just be me
and nothing else invading my brain
pulling me left and right until I
spiraled and my heart and mind would ache
as if I had climbed mountains for a week.
How cruel of nicotine to trick the mind
into thinking nothing else would help
until I ended up in your arms
and felt our two souls become one.
I threw my cigarettes into the river
and breathed you in instead.
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 7:03 PM UTC
I used to smoke cigarettes
because of the head rush
and how the world would stop
and I could focus
and as quickly as a December’s sunset
my problems would fade
and it would just be me
and nothing else invading my brain
pulling me left and right until I
spiraled and my heart and mind would ache
as if I had climbed mountains for a week.
How cruel of nicotine to trick the mind
into thinking nothing else would help
until I ended up in your arms
and felt our two souls become one.
I threw my cigarettes into the river
and breathed you in instead.
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