The future has already past

Untitled Part 16

Thought i'd be done by now 

but here i am 

outside 

everyone is asleep

smoking in my back yard 

enjoying the silence 

and the breeze

of late summer nights 

i thought i'd quit 

but i pick up habits 

hands smell of nicotine 

and mouth tastes of 

solitude
it's such a bitter taste 

i used to romanticize 

stolen cigarette kisses 

nicotine on my tongue 

depression on my lips 

and anxiety on my mind 

people in close proximity 

don't fix the last two 

here i am eating cheeze its 

after smoking another cigarette 

wishing someone was here 

so the solitude was less bitter 
(i am always alone in my mind) 

darkened rooms illuminated 
by laptop screens 

and darkened lights 
illuminated by cellphone screens