take my words and twist them,
as if they were only a garnish for you to sip on
then swallow my thoughts, feeling how they burn
only to ask for a lime
i’m in public. and i’m very turned on. oh my GOD.
I was always disgusted by smokers, left wondering how someone could possibly continue to destroy themselves, over and over again, knowingly of its damaging effects. This was, until I met you.
Now I’m the one, with addiction running its way through my veins, filling my lungs with familiar scent of your neck and the fleeting moments of you pressed against my lips. Now I truly understanding how hard it is to quit something thats kept you sane for so long.
an augmented version of a poem I wrote when I was 17
