Your breath reeked of coffee and cigarettes
I could sense them beneath every single word you said.
A scent so pungent
yet it never failed to make me feel
like I was home.

I’d never been fond of smokers,
but I liked this melancholy vibe you emitted
every time you inhale your cigarette
or take a sip of your coffee.

I liked you the best when you looked so vulnerable
with your hand holding a cigarette,
hair messed,
and mind stressed.
I once caught a sight of it and got my eyes fixated on you.

Maybe you were clueless
just how you could left me
so breathless
I was wondering if it was your smokes all along.

And before you knew it
I felt like I wouldn't mind ditching oxygen
just to be able to breathe nicotine
alongside you.

Some people said that
falling in love with a smoker was like
writing my own suicide letter.

If that was true
I would let your habit consumed me
I would still give myself to die slowly with you

*Until we both cough blood
from perpetual toxic we inhaled

Until our sleep-deprived selves weep for caffeine
you've always longed for the longest time.

you and i, you and i
dreamcatchers blown by the wind
world maps crumpled full of
what it seems to be a trace of late-night roadtrips
laidbacks in sneakers and flannels nonchalantly strolled the road

you and i, you and i
never got tired of prose, whispering a life to handwritten mess
on our backs we feel heaved carrying dreams that seemed like forever
what a wanderlust soul that we both have

show me the limit of the sky
tell me about the universe inside us, and all the stars, and broken dreams
sing me a goodbye lullaby
run me a thousand miles to the top of the world
and we will scream our lungs out
this night is ours

life seems like at its fullest whenever we are together
writhed, we refused to fall back into
heartbroken poems we wrote on our once scarred wrists
small talks, ******* about our enemies, about light colored eyed boys

there's no mistake amidst
seven billion people on earth, seems like we got lucky with our fate