Poetry

Quitting

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.

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2 thoughts on “Quitting”

  1. 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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