Addiction, My Old Friend


I inhale 

Smoke fills my lungs 

Entrapping me 

Leaving me waiting 

Wanting more 


I exhale 

I see the smoke dance away 

It relieves through the air

Sauté, Glisser, Étendre

And finally, it drifts away


I learn to do tricks 

I make it jump

Dance for me 

Beautifully, dangerously 

Beckon me back 


I crave it 

The inhale 

The exhale 

The dance 



the blade 

It shimmers mischievously

I smile at my old friend 

“So we meet again” I think

You never left my mind 


My thigh will do though, 

The forearm is my favorite poison

The blade skims skin, enough for crimson to flow

The blood drips slowly 

Silently, down my leg


My dear old friend and I laugh 

We talk, reminisce, about the not-so-good good old days 

We remember how much fun we had, how much fun I had 

We silently live in old memories

We create new ones exactly the same as before


pick up the flower 

Smell it 

treasure it

Roll it ever so carefully 

As if it’s my baby 


I part my lips

Inviting paper

As I light green

I watch it burn for a second

Maybe two


I love it 

I tell myself as I feel everything fade 

I love it 

I cannot speak

I love it…right?


inhale and exhale 

My old friend

Beautiful colorful floret 

I wish I did not adore them so

Addiction is the price to pay for adoration, is it not? 

  • Author: ABAZ (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 10th, 2022 08:19
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 24
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