Inhale, exhale. The smoke I blow from my lungs through my lips, drifting out in a cloud of you. Lingering in the air, the taste of you on my lips. A scheduled meeting with my addiction everyday at noon, 3, 5 , 6 and 9. Filling a void inside of me, you consume all of me. Relieving the stress of the world as I get high on your chemicals. A simple yet intoxicating reaction you bring forth within me, But no sooner you disappear from the air around me, leaving me empty. I want to take all of you in, yet savor this moment, where I kiss you to my lips like before. Adhering to your demands to just take more, take more. A prisoner to the schedule you have etched into my brain, a liar to my family that I’ve quit you. But the truth is my dear Nick, I never will, because you won’t let me forget you.