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Ana S Mar 2016
Death lingered in the air,
She told me to look over there,
There stood a perfect view of her,
or at least who she'd used to be.
She always had natural beauty.
Until something hit her hard.
Playing the wild card.
She put her life on Hold.
She wasn't even that old.
One puff two,
I didn't know what to do.
My girlfriend signed away her life,
Never was to become my wife.
Made a commitment to the drugs.
They began to tug and tug.
Away from me.
She thought I wouldn't see.
They drug her straight to insanity.
A new girl not to long after,
continued forcing my love to disaster.
Try one of these,
It gives you a happy feeling.
Well goodbye okay,
Don't question why I didn't stay.
A story about my ex and how nicotine destroyed us.
AM Mar 2016
I quit smoking two months ago
because the smoke I inhale
smells a lot like your skin
and the taste of nicotine
got me addicted as much
as your tender lips
I quit smoking two months ago
not because I wanted to
but because I had to
move on from you
archwolf-angel 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'.
JR Rhine Nov 2015
as i sit
unperturbed it seems
i feel the familiar itch
of the nicotine screen
at the back of my head
in the conscious unseen
i feel the familiar itch
of the nicotine screen
my eyes adrift
in the circuital seas
i crave a quick drag
of the nicotine screen
scratch the itch
wipe the conscience clean
but i'll soon lust again
for the nicotine screen
******* is a vice. Technology may follow suit; one, as the medium, and two, a vice all on its own.
Stella Cleere Nov 2015
Something I've observed
and maybe you've noticed it too
that your dance is always the same
with steps well-tread, familiar;
a frown,
a concerted effort to hold that cigarette in place
before the resolution;
you sit back,
always one ankle resisting on the opposite knee,
contented.
RV Oct 2015
Ashes fall, ashes fall
Tell me if this gray dust is beautiful enough
To take away your life by breaths

Ashes fall, ashes fall
Tell me if they land on the small of your back
And if it hurts
And if you want it to hurt you again.

Ashes fall, ashes fall
Tell me if the back of your mind
Screams at night
That you have to light another stick again
And let the ashes fall.

Tell me if you want my ashes to fall.
R.V.
Shyanna Ashcraft Sep 2015
With lips
Like Hershey Kisses,
So sweetly,
You draw me in.

Like honey dripping
To a fly,
You draw me in.

Like a beautiful
And smelling flower
to a bee flying free,
You draw me in.

Like a smoker
Wanting their
Nicotine,
You draw me in.

With a grin
Not unlike a
Crescent moon's,
You draw me in.

Like an alcoholic
searching for
one last drop of Gin,
You draw me in.

Like a little lamb,
Drawn to a lion
In search of a friend,
You draw me in.
09-29-15
RV Sep 2015
Another sleepless night
With my last cigarette
Coming to an end
And darling
Believe me
I was thinking about you

After a thousand times
I told myself not to

I inhale my last drag of the night
And pray to God
That the sunrise will be kinder
To me that always hide
In the shadows of my feelings
R.V.
mk Aug 2015
you smelt of
nicotine and wild dreams
tapping your feet
to the music inside your head
that no one else could hear

& as you put away your box of cigarettes
i couldn't help but wonder
what it would be like
for you to be more addicted to me
than to *your marlboros
// oh love, we want the ones that we will grow to hate //
Emily Jones Jul 2015
Your words were like nicotine
I drag through my lungs
Ash in my mouth
And stick to thoughts
Flicking out the embers of doubt
Burning away my worth
Filter gone yellow with poison
Creating dependence
Sick but addicting
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