This sense of loneliness lingers in my mind
Like the smell of cigarettes I can taste in my mouth ,it's so defined .
I'm addicted to the scent , the way it's so properly packaged .
The way you were so perfectly imperfect
What have I become ?
I'm addicted to the way it fits in my hand
The comfort almost always feels the same
I breath it in ,
I take in all you are
So quickly it was gone
I watch as the ambers drift so effortlessly in the wind
Without a trace it left me longing for more
So easy it was for you to drift away
Until I grab the next one I'm reminded of the pain
I'm reminded of the way my lips felt as I inhaled my soon to be last breath
As I kissed you
Your poison ,
Oh how I remember your sweet recollection of trying to convince me it was for the best
You were my last pack of cigarettes .
And I will never know anything better than you
YOU ARE READING
What color am I now?
PoetryA collection of poems I've been meaning to share. I'm new at this so sorry for any mistakes , and my really bad grammar. But I hope you enjoy reading them!
