✶ Cigarettes. ciggies. acb.
The smoke drifts from your lips,
The ashy smell hits my nose,
I despise it—yet I bear it,
I endure it, for the sake of being in your company.
Am I a masochist?
Resisting the urge to be met by your embrace,
To call you endearing names,
To touch you and be consumed by flames.
You smoke too much,
And I couldn't care at all.
For I am incapable of judgment,
To judge you would make me stranger.
So I learn you ways,
I let you light my cigarette,
I inhale the toxins that you adore,
In the hopes of being in it's place.
(LIKE I WANNA BE THE CIGARETTES THAT YOU ADORE,
THE CIGARETTE THAT'S ON YOUR LIPS????)
YOU ARE READING
my poems. nd shits?
Poetryi do not edit them, we die like men here. might update them to make them more fancy but that's unlikely.
