Addiction

Alone I lie in the dark.
Bold face I lie to my friends.
I am suffocating.
Each day my breath grows weaker.
You sit in judgement on your ivory tower.

Who do you think you are, Afrin?
With your magic breathing potion and
promises of not causing dependency if used for less than 72 hours.
I hate you
But then my nose begins to whistle and
I love you again.



My nose candy