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Mar 2016
The day I chose to light that stick up
The day I chose to hold your hand

                 I fell trap to every breath I took from it
My heart fell for you

                 Many people have said its bad for you
The warnings, whispers of unsightly stories

             Some understood, its atrocious addiction
Your charms, your kind precious heart

                                             I inhaled once or twice
                                          more than I should have
A kiss or two, tender gentle skin contact

                        Its scent attracted me more every time
That cologne you use,
that shirt I love that you wear


         The contents harming me pieces by pieces,
                                                           I took no sign
Little tortures, little toleration, little lies

                               I had thoughts if I should quit,
                                      I've said it more than once
Letting go of you could send me sighs of relief

                                            But I always turn back,
                        Took another breath and another...
                                                      ­      Just one more.
Gentle holds and seductive touches, sounds of love spreading

                                  I can't stop

                                                           It's dangerous,
                                                                ­     tempting
                                     and unbelievably addictive
Keep me close

                              I've gotten used to the comfort,
                                 I've embraced every moment
Unbelievable...

  And I know it's going to be hard to move away

You are worse than...
*...nicotine
Inspired by Panic! At The Disco's 'Nicotine'.
Written by
archwolf-angel
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     Eudora, --- and ryn
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