Nicotine
in the haze of his words I found a comfort akin to smoke twisting around my lungs each whisper a promise I clung to though I knew the harm it brought his touch like the pull of nicotine an addiction I could not resist each caress a reminder of the pain yet still I craved love was not gentle but a habit etched in shadows where I lost pieces of myself hoping for change in a pattern that held me tight yet I stand on the brink of knowing that leaving is the only way to find my breath and reclaim the life I thought was gone Abusive Relationships: The Nicotine Addiction of the Heart Addiction is a powerful force. It grips, consumes, and sometimes convinces us we can't live without the very thing that hurts us. An abusive relationship can feel much the same. The cycle of abuse mirrors the pull of nicotine—famil...