AH YES, Thank You Bb

AH YES, thank you bb😫

No cus the thought of poet!mattheoxreader is making me go crazy and I am too lazy to write it myself, so…

“𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒”|| 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

A/N: lol. I hope you like this one, and sorry if this isn’t how you imagine I write it. But I hope you like it. <3

No Cus The Thought Of Poet!mattheoxreader Is Making Me Go Crazy And I Am Too Lazy To Write It Myself,

Dear reader,

Smoking and love, both are an addiction,

A sweet poison that can’t be resisted,

The first puff of a cigarette,

Is like the first kiss,

A rush, a high, but there’s a price to be paid,

A love that consumes and takes away,

Leaves you empty, wanting more,

A desire that can’t be ignored,

Smoking and love, both are an addiction,

Hard to let go of, no matter how much you wish it,

The addiction stays with you,

A constant need to light and inhale,

The same way we fall in love and lose ourselves in the process,

Smoking and love, both are an addiction,

A cycle that’s hard to break,

But if we can, we’ll see the beauty,

Of a clear mind and a healthy body,

Smoking and love, both are an addiction,

A force that’s hard to resist,

But with determination and strength of will,

We can overcome them, and we’ll be free once again.

He sighed looking at his writing for his beloved. Ink filled hands as he held the quill. He scratched the back of his head, his messy brown curls bouncing with each itch. He didn’t care if it was late at night. He suddenly wanted to write how he felt with his two addictions in one. You and his smoking. With his poetic skills, his quill was like a sword ready to battle any paper he touched.

His love burns for you like one thousand cigarettes lighting up in one go. He hopes you endure this letter just like how you endured his craziness. He summoned an owl and let it flew away towards your dorm.

To his addiction.