Poems

Puffs of heartbreaks.

Puff of heartbreaks.
by: Clara Cecilia Cordero

Smoking a cigarette is like falling in love but sometimes it kills you and you can stop. It breaks your heart, makes you fall into floor and break into many tiny pieces; the smoke it's like a memory lingers in the air and vanished into nothing. The same way you can't stop falling in love, the same way you can put down the cigarette and smoke it over and over again but then again, it kills you.

You lose yourself, burn yourself out you can't really deal with it but do you go back to it again. With the lighter the fire starts, with the wind it consumes a cigarette same as a kiss your heart starts and ends. You can't really control it and after a while you can't stop smoking. Puff after the other, after the other; sometimes your life is measured in puffs and heartbreaks not only from sideline love, because you can always break your own heart.