Nicotine

It makes me remember my regret.

As I inhale,

Dizzyness to no avail,

Exhale the voice within,

The pain makes my head spin.

 

I lick my lips,

You jostle your hips,

Inhale the smoke,

And exhale your stroke.

 

The touch I miss,

The pain of a kiss,

And I take away the Cigarette,

Failing to take away my regret.

Author's Note

Nicotine in my veins.

Reviews

[MR_BERG]

This would be a good slam poem.