Photo and model credit Lucz of @meet_me_in_the_morgue
“Your love was like a cigarette,
addictive, yet bad for my health.”
Your love was like a cigarette, addictive, yet bad for my health. Every breath was filled with you and your drug flowed through my veins. But with each drag I took and still crave, you’re a habit I need to quit. With each exhalation, I’m abandoning the wreckage you left behind, letting it go. Because I’m better than that.
© Sarah Doughty
2016
I’m better than that.
Sarah Doughty 
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Great minds and all that. My most recent had a smoking riff! Good stuff, as always. I actually read them instead of the click and run. But then I only follow a few worth reading, the fishing for friends thing…bah…Hang in there!
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