Cigarettes

A poem I wrote about being alone. [Previously Published On AllPoetry]

I hate cigarettes
because even the ash and the smoke
fly away because they don't
want to
be with me.
Just like someone else I know
whose back is turned,
while he is walking out of that door and out of my life.

I hate cigarettes
because they can't console me anymore.
They can't hold me in their arms and whisper love,
nor ask me if my scars were really worth it.
They can't give me affection at a whim,
but they sure can crawl under my skin.

Just like he is. He's underneath my skin, twisting and turning
at every venule intersection, wondering how to
make it back to my heart, or at least to my head
where he can twist me into shapes benign and destroy
some becoming being.
Every time I close my eyes, he is there. I dream of him leaving me,
"Wait! Wait!"
But he keeps walking - that tall frame keeps dissipating away from me
my feet nailed into the ground, so
I must stay, and agonizingly watch,
as my aorta is dragged along the ground.

Because when he left,
he took my heart.

So now all I've got is a pack of cigarettes.

I hate cigarettes.

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[emmajoy]

A very dramatic piece of writing, more a heartbreaking wretchedness about that someone than the cigarettes perhaps, and now - now they've become the core of the anger and hurt in your terrible loneliness.

Many thanks for your review..

[Revolutionary]

I love this.I hate ciggerrettes tto because they took my mother and now they are taking my husband.He is not walking out he is being surgically removed piece by piece.

[icaros13]

I LOVE CIGARETTES!!!!! Truly, I do. But on a serious note, I like this poem. It is nothing like I thought it would be. When I read your opening line, I thought you were going to be hatin' on smokers...