The Best Bad Habit You'Ve Ever Had Poem by Leah Ayliffe

Gently, slowly, you lift me up close to you
I feel your lips, soft and hungry
You inhale me like the toxic flame I am
Devouring my youthful beauty
It tastes how you’d imagine gorgeous would taste like
Sweeter than summer wine in June
Gemini heaven, inside your mind
I’ve got you, this one idea is true.
I’m dangerous;
I’m that dancing fume that swirls within your organs
The lungs, yes, but the heart more
Maybe, no, maybe the lungs best
‘cause you breathe me, and I steal your air
For lack of a better word, I’ll always want more.
More of you, your life,
We breathe together, you and I,
Breathing to stay forever young
There is not enough air
Beautiful damage, gorgeous tragedy
Who spoke those words before?
Give me it all, I need it all
You adore how I want the world
You adore how sweetly I kill you
I’m your suicide
Are you the victim? I like to imagine I am
I am the prisoner of freedom
An obsession that haunts my chameleon mind
Oh the duality of the Gemini, never satisfied,
Always chasing
But I got you, somehow, I got you
Keep you? I’d like to
I’m the best damn addiction you’ve ever had
I’m the best bad habit you’ve ever lost yourself in
My poor baby, so lost
It’s an open road to paradise if you keep walking
Keep breathing
Keep inhaling toxic love
I have wrapped myself around your beautiful mind
An elegant disease
At some point you must exhale
You must exhale my ghost
In time you will release me
What will be left when the flame dies with the last flick of the cigarette?