you are free
looking away
like you got nothing to say
but I see right through you
I am able to watch you beyond fume
you use vapor as a cry for help
and cannot help but wonder
if love feels or tastes
dark as midnight sun
my lungs have turned black
I cannot breathe unaided
As I flick the lighter
the flame warms my face
and I can feel your light
blinding me again
dazzled
astonished
confused
I am beginning to think
I am living in madness
your mouth tastes like ash
even though I try
to dig deeper into your throat
to find solace
tranquility and stillness
I always end up with the same mess
burnout feelings
but I am not mad
or disappointed
you feel like fire
drying me up
inhaling my soul-
I must confess our love is deadly
leaving another mark
so subtle
so soft
even vague
yet another reminder of how
I always carry you wherever I go
in my skin
in my mind
and heart
you have left an imprint with me
more painful than any cigarette burn
you stand there gasping pains
wracking your hands
your hands and lips discolored
nicotine upone your veins
YOU ARE READING
hopeless devotion
Poetry[poetry | prose] incapable of redemption or improvement; lack of control, responsibility, and reasoning a collection of blind love thoughts and the irrational faithfulness that comes within © all rights reserved | desantiagooox
