Cigarette Smoke

Cigarette Smoke


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It was simple what we were.
At the same time
it was
complicated.

A stick of cigarette
A white paper cylinder
Sitting
right
between
your lips

So simple.
At the same time
So complicated.

Each exhale you gave
Was an inhale I took

A puff of smoke
in the sky
For a second
It looked almost
magical
But only for a second did it last
Only for a second
Did we last

Because just like the smoke
You were fleeting
This was not the place for you

And just like smoke to me
I found it hard to breathe
Eyes tearing up
This was not something for me

Smoking.
Your only bad habit
You would say
Bad habits come easy
But go hard
Very hard.

Isaac

Isaac

A three part poem series

But, Really. 

It wasn't picture perfect
Truly not something I'd expect
But it was remarkable
Undeniably, the night was magical.

Lead.

The hint of bitter smoke lingers
Something I didn't want but now needed
The trail of tender fingers
It all started with a "just follow my lead".

Like Gum.

I'm worried to start with a "hey"
In fear you'd leave me
Just to throw me away
Like gum you wrapped tightly.

Guilty.

Guilty. 11.09.14 I'm guilty of wanting what's not mine No matter where I go I'm drenched in rain, no sunshine I'm guilty of knowing that we'll never be The clandestine thoughts Only existing in my memory I'm guilty of staying a friend Supporting you and her From the start 'till the very end I'm guilty of wasting my time On someone who will never be mine.