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Smoke
I can smell her on you.
You manage to reek of her in the few stolen moments you take.
Her scent mocks me every time you come near, the taste of her on your lips makes me soul sick.
She makes it known in a hundred little ways that you choose her deadly arms for soothing, not mine.
That it is she you run to for comfort when the world becomes too much to bear.
You told me you had left her far behind this time, that you had broken her poisonous hold on you.
Looked me in the eye and gave me heart felt assurances that I need not fear your addiction to her any longer. I trusted, again believed you over the evidence of my senses.
But she whispered seductively in your ear, gave her laughing promise I would never find out this time.
Enticed you to lie, break your word to me so that you might suckle at her tit more lovingly then any child at his mother’s breast. Her grasp on you a toxic embrace you do not wish to break from.
And I look at you, wondering, how many lies I was blinded to.
To you it is only another cigarette.
i wonder what you would write about heroine.
this text has my sympathies, definitley.
Wonder too if you still remember me, finally got an ordered life back and a computer ;)
(hello)