It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. Why can’t I just forget you. Why are you still constantly haunting my mind. Why can’t you just leave.
I stumble onto that smell. Caffeine and nicotine. Those two made up what you were like, besides your cologne. I now hate that smell
I can’t get away from it.. from you. No matter the lengths I take to avoid you and anything that reminds me of the person you once were.
When we first met you said I was as addictive as nicotine. I now understand why.. every time I encounter it, it’s you that I think of.
You are nicotine. The nasty, tar filled cancer that consumes people. The way everyone around you either dies, or quits. The same way one would if they were addicted to nicotine.
I was addicted to you. I couldn’t control it. I was losing myself. It wasn’t until after I saw your effects that I quit you, quit having you in my life.
My withdrawals started out bad, I still craved you everyday, I missed you.. but now that I’m sober from you, all I have is memories of what it was like to be around caffeine and nicotine.