Blowing Smoke;

I guess this was never romantic

So why do you cause me such a panic

Every time you walk in a room

Can't breathe, might die too soon

We're only promised to each other

At midnights not meant for slumber

Kneeling at your bedside, but I ain't praying

Always give you what you've been craving

I blow smoke into the clouds

You shout and it's too loud

You're mad that I want more

But I tune you out and just ignore

You down a bottle to burn off steam

While I sleep in your bed and dream

That someday we'll be something

But we'll always be nothing

You've got regret

So you smoke stuff to forget

If she knew, you know what she'd say

But you listen every time I ask you to stay

I won't hold it against you

If you don't want to see this through

I always expected you to go

So you don't have to put on a show

I'm only a midnight romance

But just let me know in advance

Before you leave and break my heart

So I can prepare for falling apart

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Smoke and drink. A deadly combination.
"I'm only a midnight romance
But just let me know in advance
Before you leave and break my heart
So I can prepare for falling apart"
I liked the flow of thoughts leading to the above good ending. Sometime good to be ready for the goodbye at the hello. Thank you C for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote