Kicked the Habit

we drove around for days, for hours

wishing on the cell phone towers

hot smoke in between our lips

stars perched on our fingertips

shallow breaths and clever lies

whispered secrets, alibis

mentholated memories

"you're addicting, Nicotine."

and, some nights, i would propose,

"we should leave our lives and go."

the day after my overdose

you pulled me in and held me close

you may have loved me, i don't know

i wish you hadn't let me go

Author's Note

Nicotine. I thought that one was clever. Not that anyone will understand that, but, well, I write for me.