You are my own personal brand of nicotine.
You are the everlasting, all consuming craving relief
Of me.
You are the lighter that sparks the fire.
You are my trembling, shaky hands as I devour you.
You are the cracked lonely lips from which I use to inhale you.
Your love's a ******* drug.
But I need it bad.
You're worse than nicotine.
You are my death.
You are my relief.
You are my addiction.