@promqueen 14 July 2020 more from that month

Nicotine Addict

I was your cigarette and you were my lighter. You lit me up and burned me. The touch of your spark made me feel so alive. With each breath and blow, you would take a piece of me with you and let it go just as fast as you consumed me. I would relax you and calm you down. But I was fading away. I was deteriorating. My ashes were becoming one with the rubble beneath your feet. And after you’ve finished me off, there was nothing left of me. You threw me away. I wasn’t special. I wasn’t unique. I was just your escape. I was the nicotine you needed.