Smoke Addiction

This is a Sestina about a fictional character I like to write about a lot that I named Cigarette Girl.

Your cigarette smoke 

lingers like  oil on my 

skin. Cigarette butts stay

in the remnants of my memories. I

wish that you still loved 

me. Where are you now?

 

What do I do now

that my heart is nothing but smoke

and ashes? I would love

to see your face. My

eyes see nothing but horror and I

wish I had never met you. Stay 

 

with me. Won't you stay 

and linger like your smell. Now

you are gone and I

miss the love you smoked

like poison in my 

lungs. I still love

 

you, but like I love

to hate you. Cigarette butts stay

in the ashes of my 

heart. I used to laugh, but now

I wheeze in the death you smoked. 

Oh, how I 

 

loved the way you ruined me. I

hate how you left me loving 

nothing but the smoke

that stayed

when you left. But now

the memories are stale and my 

 

lungs can't take in anymore. My

soul is suffocating and I 

wish I could breathe now

without thinking of your love

and how you never stayed 

to sit in the smoke. 

 

I sat in your smoke for too long.

No longer can I stay here, my love.

Now, I'm finally ready to open a window.

Reviews

[Pete]

this is creative & clever. i like what you did with the analogy of smoking and the relationship. some great imagery and so many parallels between the two. this made me chuckle too. an all around enjoyable write. nice job.