Addiction to You

A try at slam poetry

"Marlboro, Special Blend Gold Shorts,

one pack please."

Car doors crash, 

lighters flash, 

and the scent of tobacco surrounds me.

You speak, but I hear no words,

only see your mouth move, 

spitting sentences as smoke surrounds us.

When i'm with you it's like i'm underwater,

I can't breathe, just hold my breath,

and wait to surface.

And all I need is to see that you're okay mom.

But you're no

And it's all I can do to try not to move

to your side

and breathe life back into 

you.

But your tasteless addiction sucks it 

away from you.

You've become withered and warped,

A shell of the woman you once were.

"Marlboro, Special Blend Gold Shorts,

one pack please."

There you go again, defend-ing your

nicotine as the cashier slides you the pack.

But i'm just as guilty as you,

Riding along and singing you the song of,

"oh, I just need a tea."

Trying to get drinks for free because i'm

piss poor and pouting, so I support your

filthy habit.

Have another smoke, this one's on me.

Mom, can't you see, what's killing you is 

secretly killing me?