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.

Your lips tasted like nicotine
Your hair smelt like rain
What really dragged me in was that
In your eyes I saw pain

I wanted to fix you,
I wanted to love you,

How could I help
When I'm the one who needed help

I should've fixed myself first,
I should've loved myself first,

Now my veins overflow with nicotine,
My hair smells like rain,
The worst part is that,
When I look in the mirror, all I see is pain.

I take a deep breath in, full of nicotine and safety blankets.
I know it's killing me slowly, but the relief comes fast.
And like the laughter of family at a Christmas banquet,
or the sound of my song on the radio as I drive to work,
it's just that little extra shove; that tiny smirk;
I don't need to feed the habit; I don't need it to last.

So, if you see me hugging my ethereal comfort food to my lips,
Don't condescend to give me ****
for the puff that I take, for the way that I self medicate.
It's a moment's release from a lifetime of hates.
I take a deep breath in, full of nicotine and safety blankets,
and briefly the pain, like the smoke, dissipates.

your lips taste like sunflower seeds and nicotine,
i imagine,
though I've never seen you chewing
sunflower seeds.
your favorite place to have ***,
i imagine,
is on top of a stranger's pool table.
not that I've heard stories.
one day i made a joke
and your laugh and smile combined
made me permanently *****
but still, i only imagine.
i just keep tasting
you in my
sleep.

Love & cigarettes
One is a drug, an addiction
The other a dangerous feeling, emotion
Both will **** you slowly but surely
Yet we are only warned about cigarettes
And here I am having never touched a cigarette to my lips
But I feel another poision
As I inhale the smell of your clothes
As I pull your lips to mine
No one ever warned me that another living soul could be my downfall
So it won't be cancer,tar, or nicotine when I go only
Your smile, your kiss, and a goodbye

Left alone with my chardonnay and nicotine,
He walks out the door with a smile on his face and a pep in his step
And I slide down into the cushions and swish the sweet nectar over my tongue and teeth.
He’ll be back, my cigarette is almost to the filter and I flick the stick at the eye sore on my bookcase.
Flitting around town he’s getting his fill on Jack and Jim, making twilight friends out of strangers.
I listen to the floors creak and the couple below me start to scream at each other.
Early summer’s heat is taking its toll. Time will pass as it always does.
I light another cigarette and the hours drone on. A knock on the door snaps me out of my melancholy.
Familiar pools of green are looking at me from the door way. He wasn't gone long.
Dark patterns have formed on his shirt and he wears a crown of sweat.
He handed me a bottle and the chill sent lightning through my fingertips.
The quarrelers below have exchanged their harsh words for lustful moans and I pour two glasses.
Are you in trouble?
What makes you think that? He sips his ***** and holds his hand out to me. I give him mine and his lips rest softly on my knuckles.
You're never home this early. He looks hurt, but flashes me that winning smile and takes me in his arms.
Our body heat could scorch this earth.
I look over to my full glass and sigh.
Another glass wasted..

Her kisses are like nicotine.
The more I take, the more I destroy myself.