Nicotine
They made it so hard to speak your name,
So much harder for me to blame them.
Enters in red right through my chest you
burned a clear gap.
Ready,
aim,
fire.
Dynamite and dopamine share a first dance
A lit cigarette in my naive little hand.
Each inhale like kerosene to my roots
Exhaling flames in the face of the truth.
I was always so willing to hold my breath
for you.
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