Love and other old addictions
There is no glamour in the cigarettes
That I still struggle to resist
Just another longing tug
For a former addict
I hunger for a familiar taste
Like I hunger for your lips
But I can resist desire
I know my time, and place
It’s hard to be the past
It’s hard to be disgraced
To know I’ll never brush away your hair
As it falls across your face
But I have my memories
I cling to them each and every day
I can be the boy that never was
The one that ran away
© 2014 Peter Anstiss
Pete Scribes 
A heartfelt poem.
We’re all addicted to something(s).
(((HUGS)))
Thank you, glad you liked. We definitely get pulled in all directions by life’s temptations
Well spoken, from an accomplished addict. My old addictions are still killing me, but my new addictions hopefully will allow me to live. I just understand my addictive nature better than I used to.
I really appreciate you taking the time to read. Those things that fire our souls are not always the things that are best for us.
It took me a long time to learn and recognize that. Sometimes we have to live with the damage done and realize we are never to old to forge a better path.
Reblogged this on German in London and commented:
I absolutely love this poem…
Thank you, it is really nice when someone really connects with something you write & a reblog, that has made my weekend 😃