Poem -

Smoke

Before I tasted you I never understood why people craved such a detrimental presence in their life. Before I felt you pressed against my lips I never understood how something so harmful could taste so good. The day you entered my life I knew I wouldn't be able to let you go. I was an addict and you were my beautiful addiction. I knew you were dangerous, I knew the effects you'd have on my body and mind but the feeling of you pressed against my lips made everything I knew to be true seem like nothing more than letters floating around in my head with no meaning or purpose. Your warning label may not of been printed out on a box but it was clear by the constant "why do you do this to yourself" remarks that fell out of everyone's mouth, I never knew how to respond other than a faint "I don't know." I told myself I was going to leave you in my past over and over, each time disappointing myself in a new, more pathetic way than the last. Although you broke me down from the inside out every day I depended on you. I knew I could come home to you each and every night. You began to consume my life, always on my mind, and able to pull me away from whatever I may be doing with just the snap of your fingers. I began to question my worth and why I had put your needs over my goals for so long. The day I stopped looking back, the day I swore I was done, the day I learned to put myself first, that was the day I found my freedom.  

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Christopher Correia

Great metaphor, April Kokes (nice to meet you welcome) your articulation is tremendous, really enjoyed how clear and concise you wrote this very powerful subject, and the ending is very uplifting, looking forward to reading more from you, cheers poet

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