I bring the cigarette to my lips and draw a breath.
The smoke fills my lungs with a sharp pain.
I exhale, tasting the ash and chemicals on my tongue.
It's so bad.
I bring the cigarette to my lips and draw another breath.
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He Loves Me Not - Poetry
PoetryFor those who, like me, have fallen for someone they can never have. [Poetry about Unrequited Love]
