A.H

Loving you burns like a cigarette.

One hit was all it took, and I was hooked on you.

I know you're not good for me, I know you're not healthy

But still I go back.

Sometimes I hack up a storm, your words burning as bad as the smoke.

Other times, it slides smoothly down my throat, sending a thrill through my bones.

The nicotine is my caving point, your addictive taste drawing me in.

My friends and family tell me to quit, that it's not worth the risk

But they don't get it

They don't get you

How you draw me in like a curse and a blessing

There's a fine line between them

And I'm not sure where you lie anymore.