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 Apr 2018 Jo Barber
Hayley Rena
I often wish I was the cigarette you used
on cold nights to calm you down
and forget the pain you had.
Lies sometimes come in nicotine laced toxic.
I wonder if you see how every lie you tell
is you committing suicide
right in front of me;
killing everything I see in you.
Craving the voice that suffocates me,
these nicotine laced lies.
You being addicted to drugs,
and I to you.
Addicted to the taste your words leave in my mouth.
There is supposed to be a difference between love and nicotine.
I often wish I was that cigarette.
Only then would you be letting me in.
So breathe me.
Written// Oct. 18, 2017 11:03am
My lips connect
And clutch onto a new sensation.
With one soft breath,
My lungs are filled with the smoke-
The smoke that you use to entice me
And fog my mind up with thoughts of you.
Once I blow out, ecstasy rattles my bones,
Grabs a hold of my face,
And kisses me sweetly.
The more I smoke you,
The more I feel your nicotine pulling me deeper-
Deeper until everything is about you
And until every being in me longs for your touch.
I smoke ten packs of you each day
Because you caught me on a hook
Called addiction
And I don’t think I can ever unchain myself.
 Apr 2018 Jo Barber
Alice
I find similarities,
between society and cigarettes;
filtered and poisonous,
deadly, but yet so hard to quit and leave,
addictive.
 Apr 2018 Jo Barber
Jack
Singing together in the dark,
Emptied bottles,
Lit cigarettes,
Spending youthful nights in a park.

Laughter shared in the dark,
Dancing happily,
Smiling erupts,
Glowing like stars, embers gently spark.

An incredible night finishing in the dark,
Unforgettable moments,
Finally free,
Idiots, on drunken adventures they embark.

She towers over him,
Oh, he knows it’s a crime,
He cries into the night,
‘I just wanted more time’.
an amazing day halted by time, the only thing with the actual authority to rule you. dont believe what they tell you. stay safe and life well JY x
the sun drips
like
a
yellow yolk

oozes
down
the gold knots
of my spine
breathe the first of Spring days
the radio plays our favorite song

i see you backwards
quickly
all the times we had
vulnerable;
gone.

the sky is blue, the lake is blue
your eyes are blu
and they say i look like your
sister
oh gods. help me
i can’t feel anything
except you
and everything here is you
Edit: Thanks everybody! I didn’t realize this was a daily until later.
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