You choke me, thicken my blood with poisons. You've turned my fingers yellow and my eye sight hazy. I always told my parents "I won't smoke", meaning "no one can tell me to, but I may on my own terms at least," but if they could see me now... the destruction between me and my body...
But without you, I'm always, pissed, off.
Everything. Just. Annoys me.
But I want that burning sensation you gave me, reminding me I was alive and I crave the taste of smoke on my tonsils, I can't sleep flat on my back without my lungs pressing "eject" on their bronchioles.
I believe you can read a person's life story just by looking around their body: from age and diet to life story and struggles, what your mind does, your body displays, and mine tells everyone my addiction to you.
You're worse than cigarettes...
I wake up like a fire survivor - sick thing is, you made me want to go back into the fire.
- Author: Niall (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 19th, 2017 15:15
- Category: Unclassified
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