Take a long drag from your cigarette.
Blow me away with the smoke between your trembling lips.
Watching you indulge in your habits as if my arms have withdrawn.
I wasn't worth the energy, was I?
I wasn't worth the time it took to wake from my nightmares.
And yet...
Break me down. Watch me burn, for I am just the smoke in between your lips.
I want to tell them I'll be fine, but their ears are sewn shut.
You let me go and kept the habits.
Falling deeper within a spiral of no return.
The tobacco was more important than your life, was it?
You blow your smoke back to hit the reflecting glass.
Eye contact never breaking.
You and I blink in sequence both reaching for the cigarette once again.
Never tell me I didn't care, for I resent the truth.
Toss the bud away, replace with blooming roses.
Ah yes replace the addiction with the love you hold deep within your heart.
Though I never could've thought those roses would be your next crippling habit.
Why must you show no self control?
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Fractured Thoughts
Short Story(VERY PROMINENT TRIGGER WARNING. TOPICS DISCUSSED IN HERE COULD POSSIBLY BE VERY TOXIC. READ AT YOUR OWN WILL.) From the mass of my brain, things tend to come up from moments of darkness. This brings out the inspiration for writing and therefore, th...
