into the forest i go | a collection of poetry

☆Second-Hand Smoke☆

i find comfort in the smell of the cigarette between your lips
and the way you hit it
i know it's a bad habit you want to quit
but it reminds me of home

i was so used to all of my clothes smelling like cigarette smoke
when kids would point it out at school i just ignored them
the smoke was infused into all of me, not just my clothing
it was skin deep

i don't think i'll ever smoke cigarettes though
i see what it's done to my family
running out of stores just to get a hit of ecstasy
buying a single off a stranger just to get by...

i want to be high!
high off love
high off of life
i want to be so filled with joy that i run outside just to feel the air on my skin
i want love to be infused in me like the jasmine in my tea
intertwined with me

but still, deep down in my bones
is the second-hand smoke of my home
i find comfort in the smell
it brings me back to a distinct place
like visiting an old friend
where memories rain

so kiss me
because i know your heart
you won't hurt me with your smoke
i'm already second-handedly scarred
from the aroma making up a part of my heart
whether i like it or not