Mar 17, 2018
You’re like a lit cigarette to an ex-smoker. Walking past. slow.
Inhale deeply even though I know you’re bad for me.
Miss the taste.
Miss the feel in my throat.
Miss you being the first thing and last thing on my mind.
Miss needing you.
Miss me lighting you up and not wanting to ever put you out.
Knowing that one drag, one long slow drag could make your addictiveness return deep inside me.
So I must force myself to keep walking by and remind myself you’re bad for me even though I’m still addicted to you.
-Marisa dindi
