by Cat Walsman 7 months ago in sad poetry

Learning to Not Go Back to What Keeps Hurting You


I quite you like I quite nicotine.

Unsure at first, keeping you in my back pocket in case the urge struck me.

You were my guilty pleasure I hid from judgmental eyes that said it was bad for me.

I started to go longer without before I craved another drag that was never quite as good as I remembered.

You felt less natural between my lips.

Stubbornly I'd still find you crumbled on my dresser when I could've sworn I'd thrown you out.

I never knew addiction and love to be the same until I met you.

And since I refused to give you power over me,

I smashed every damn ashtray.

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Cat Walsman

Mom to an energetic angel, wife to a wonderful man who fits my crazy <3 Prior active duty Army, current National Guard member. Super down to earth, fell in love with writing as a kid. Tips are appreciated if my writing appeals to you!

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