Your lips tasted like nicotine
and tobacco that night,
and I remember the
way your skin was hot enough
to light a cigarette on
a winter day.
I should have seen the
birth of my addiction
when your hot breath
touched my neck, and
all I could think was
“Please, please,
set me on fire.”

Y.Z (via rustyvoices)

My god.

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