the unfortunates of him

i taught you

how to love 

you taught me 

how to smoke

the gentle touch you place

the soft inhale you take

the curve of your lips as you blow

while the knot in my heart proceeds to grow 

regrets and guilty pleasures

soft kisses and stolen letters

ash disappearing 

interrupted dreaming 

smashed cigarettes on the road 

you told me what you liked to do 

it wasnt long before i realised

the unfortunate 

you're the smoker

and im the smoke 

i taught you 

how to love

you told me 

im a smoke 

Reviews

[M.R Steiner]

this brought up some very vivid imagery in my mind. almost symbiotic in the act and the object. both bad and good like smoke :D

[Renad.M.M]

oh thank you