Reach for the sun,
My father always said,
Don’t ever fall to the ground;
So I climbed every tree,
Hiked over every mountain,
But the Sun, I never found.
Get off your knees, and
Run to the Heavens,
He would always say;
I ran to Church, and
Away from my sins,
But the Heavens eluded my way.
Swim to Atlantis,
Find the lost city
He muttered under his breath;
I swam for miles,
Dove to dark depths,
But discovered, there was nothing left.
He forgot my existence,
Lost all faith,
From his mouth, there wasn’t a sound;
He escaped my glances,
Never asked for a thing,
His love was nowhere to be found.
And yet: I had reached for the Sun,
Chased after the Heavens,
Even searched for Atlantis.
I had reached for his approval,
Chased after his affection,
And finally decided - **** it.
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 1:37 PM UTC
You are my last cigarette.
The flimsy promise
I shakily whisper,
Whilst balancing you between my lips.
I try not to anxiously stare
As I strike the match, and
Ignite the fiery passion
That was once our love.
Forever committing,
To the hazy mirage,
That this will be the last time we meet.
You are my cancer.
The burning tar that
Slithers down my throat,
Nests in my lungs, and
Corrodes everything you touch.
Nothing more than
A relentless distraction,
You take my breath away, and
Replace it with ashes;
Invading my every thought with ease.
Oh, how I long to gently
Wrap you in my fingers, and
Press you cautiously against my lips.
I realize now, that our love
Is far from healthy.
Somehow,
You've become my disease.
You are my craving.
The subtle aroma that lingers
Around every corner.
Your taste; your warmth; your smell;
Biting my nails and tapping my fingers.
You are no where to be found,
And yet, I can't escape you.
They tell us we don't belong together;
In the end, I know it's for the best.
It might be hard now,
But eventually -- I hope.
I'll forget all about you.
You are my mistake.
The temptation outside the bar
In which every shot of tequila
Makes slightly more attractive.
Toxic desires hurl me at your doorstep,
Only vindicating my inability
To resist your familiar touch.
My thoughts race recklessly
Along a jagged terrain of
Joyful satisfaction, and
Regret-filled tears.
No longer in control,
I am at your mercy.
You are my last cigarette.
The déjà vu mocking
My consciousness, and
Nightmare haunting my slumber.
When I awake the next morning,
Cradled in your arms, silently staring
Into your arrogant, crooked grin.
I'll replay the words in my head
That I've come to know so well.
"You are my last cigarette."
And then I'll kiss you,
One last time.
Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 4:29 PM UTC