You light a cigarette, a flame surfaces against the tip, your red lighter, its all chipped. Half empty your killing me. Your eyes are sure, your only tired.  I always understood, that a fire needs to be fueled. You just lose it. You feel lost without it.

The cigarette now, it use to rest on your lips.
Its just ash now, and spent.

I spent some time.
Stop it.

I fall to ground, searching to find the spent ashes. You watch with the taste of tobacco still lingering on your tongue, I feel you inside of me. I know how a fire burns.
The ashes travel from the ground now, they rest in my hands.

Kiss of a cigarette
Im missing
Its missing
the scent of being in use
you stare at me

I’m sure you already know.

I stand silent, holding a cigarette from your pack. I sandwich it between my lips. I take your lighter, you tighten your grip. The lighter is not in my grip. You lose it. You feel lost without it.

An ash kisses the edge of your cigarette,
I touch the tip of your cigarette.
Ash fall to ground,
With my touch,
The cigarette is lost to ground.

You grab another from the pack. Number six. Just speak the words  you use the cigarette to bury. You spent last night with a lighter, and a solid heart just confused. I spent last night loving you.

I do not want to confuse you, cigarette fall down.
I only want you, not the cigarette.

We’re breaking apart.

You smoke the world’s worry, another flame surfaces between the tip. Your red lighter, its all with time you’ll eventually quit. If not, I’l start.  A touch lives. Your strong hands entangle my fingers. I touch the edge of your cigarette. Stop that you said.

I want control but the cigarette is white lined yellow with straight lines. Im color blind in love.

I’l always be standing back, I hold your pack of cigarettes. You, with another cigarette now.

Your burning a fire, too hard to control. When your out of them,
If you want to light a fire, and the sensation of red is between your lips,
Why don’t you stop and hold something else
Light my fire instead.
My heart

Spread the ashes
All over my chest
I promise to start a fire
I’ll make it dark red.

I’ll be your cigarette.

Your a beautiful memory,

so I cried last night.

I think I’m bleeding from the inside out. Its really hurting, from the inside. You have no idea, how much it hurts. How deep it all goes. It dies. I died. I feel dead. I’m colored in red. The color is red, and I hate it. The sensation screams pain, and I dread it.

I want you to know, that each bruise indented a memory of a past mistake. I felt my heart skip beats, and my smiles shallowed. Each blue mark against my skin, my dry eyes, my swollen lips, I want you to have my heart. I remember feeling delicate. I wish life was simple, and the puzzles fit. I want to smile again. I want to find a reason to smile again. Take my heart, I don’t feel the beautiful things anymore.

I’m cold inside. I’m hurting. It’s like there’s a poster sign attached to my body. Step over me. Please abuse, then discard. I’m human and the words you used, the words you spelled, the words you wrote all over my body with permanent ink – it wont ever get erased. I’m losing enough blood, I never wanted more pain.

Why do you give me more, when I never asked.

Can you please understand. I want nothing more than the necessary.  I want to find hopeful answers in a bowl of crunchy cereal. I want you to remember how I looked when I poured you a glass of milk, and my tears rained onto your spoon. You once said, my reflection is beautiful and my heart is rare. I can’t feel the heartbeats anymore. I’m lost and I wanted so much.

But I want to be a little girl now. I want to be innocent to the ways of this world.

On the kitchen floor, kneeling over the spilled milk, and the I have only one word to tell you It will all go away one day.

Be patient.