I told you I would never touch one again.
Not after you found out why I tried to smoke myself to death.
I never wanted to anymore, not when I was with you.
But then again I never thought I would be alone.
That we would end,
But alas here i am,
Alone with a broken heart and a cancerous stick between my lips.
YOU ARE READING
when my lighter drops
Poetryhow i feel, how i felt, the way i write. small things i talk about in my mind
