Noches de Locura || Poems

"Smoke and Cigarettes"

I like the idea of smoke and cigarettes:

I love how it plays with your lips and sucks your whole life. I love how you always drink a cold cup of coffee in the mornings while we both look at the sun shine.

I've given up in telling you to quit, I know you like to smoke more than you like me. You write me songs and I listen carefully, I write you poems while you sing for me. I watch the smoke fly all over the sky while I can't help but stare at you, such a pacific mind. Oh my but now you're not here, I thought you would leave

Your last words were "I love you, please be happy without me" And what an irony of this world now I live in pure smoke

I try to love to death as much as you did. I like the idea of smoke and cigarettes, more than you liked me.