The last one.

You're like a cigarette.

The last one left, has me debating on having it just like our fights, Lighting it up reminiscing of the way your eyes lit up like they always used to when you see me.Inhaling it, having the eccentric rush run through my veins the way it felt when your bare skin touched me

- But when it  gets to the end. I'm back to the way it used to be. With out you. No longer with the taste of the feeling you gave me on my lips.Leaving me wanting more, because after the first im addicted to the rest. You see i know the cigarette is toxic but i don't care and this is why it reminds me of you the most. Because you're toxic but i crave you more and more.





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