Fog

What would happen if you were as addicted to me as I am to you?

When i breathe in

smoke

poisoned by nicotine

and other deadly things

i can't help

but

think of you

your steady breaths.

your strong grasp.

your fidgeting fingers.

your messed up hair.

your tongue clicking.

and when i breathe in

your smoke

poisoned by nicotine

and other scary things

i can't help

but

wish i were the cigarette

hanging loosely on your lips

i wish you'd need me that much every day,

i wish your mouth would breathe in every inch of my exposed skin,

i wish you'd turn to me when in trouble,

but that would be just an addiction,

not love, not a lover.

Reviews

[Final-Karma]

I love the structure of this. The visuals send you to that very special moment. The twilight between being and not being at all. Thank you for sharing your mind.

[Yahallo]

Thanks a bunch! X