​Smoke

My t-shirt smells like your vape smoke. The smoke I want you to blow into my face while we make out, I just like the smell. No, I love the smell, it smells like you. It’s sweetly sick, thick and heavy. I can feel it envelope my lungs giving me a buzz not related to its nicotine content. You always tell me not to vape and blow the smoke away from me, I always tell you to quit. But you say you can stop whenever you want, I know that ain’t true, Cause I’ve got an addiction too and baby it’s you.

(Quite sleep deprived when I wrote this so it’s kind of bad lol)