Pass the Cigarette Smoke (A Poetry)

pass the cigarette smoke
your lips were holding
and let me devour the aftertaste
of your sad, sad lungs.
breathe out the red trembles
of your venomous tongue
and let me feed my soul
with your interrupted promises.
i saw your broken teeth
from where i was standing
and i felt nothing at all.
i found it elusive,
the way you build a definition
from my meaningless touches.
pass the cigarette smoke
and let me kill your mind–
what you thought we had.


Thank you for reading this story. I hope you’ll read a lot from me. If you ever feel the need to give me some writing advice, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

let me hold your words before you leave;

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