No longer Your Addiction

I want to dissapear into the bottom of this ashtray
let the smoke carry off the remainders of my soul.

I don't want to feel the satin smooth skin as your lips breath me in.

I don't want to be the nicotine that feels your lungs.
Or the poison you cough up.

I cant be the air that you need.
Nor the drug that makes you happy.

All I can be is the nasty stain you leave behind on your teeth.





*Just said goodbye to the first person I have ever loved and she doesn't even realize it. Figured this was the only way to express how I feel. Why cry when you can write.