You're the lighter to my cigarette
You're the ear that cigarette rests upon,
and the fingers that it sits between.
Its dangerous and a killer.
But so is love and so are you.
You are my addiction I am often found
thinking about on a constant.
I use you to relive my digging craving.
Having you in between my lips for an end result of death
The simple action of breathing you in,
and blowing out a substance of love.
The thick smoke leaves and breaks apart in the air.
While I intake every part of you,
But I must discard the burnt buds that are burning at the end.
And with a swift movement of my thumb,
I make you shorter.
Trying to remove all the disappointment that is left.
The times I had once enjoyed are burnt away.
I smash the short dead burning paper into the ashtray.
The cigarette lays in a pile of grey and black pieces
that were once love I had ingested.
Old used cigarettes of love.
YOU ARE READING
You were mine once
RomansaThis is just a collection of poems about love/heartbreak and they each have a story for you to find out :) -JL