When you want something,
That you’ve never had,
You find yourself obsessing over a blank space.
Until recently I’ve never smoked a cigarette.
But since I was young,
I always found myself wanting one.
Maybe my mom smoked when she was pregnant with me.
She always lied about quitting,
So it’s plausible.
Perhaps it’s just the idea of one.
Maybe I just want something in my mouth,
Something in the shape of a cigarette.
Maybe I wanted to understand her,
Why she did what she did.
Maybe I’m jealous.
Or maybe I’m just cold.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 5:11 PM UTC
When you want something,
That you’ve never had,
You find yourself obsessing over a blank space.
Until recently I’ve never smoked a cigarette.
But since I was young,
I always found myself wanting one.
Maybe my mom smoked when she was pregnant with me.
She always lied about quitting,
So it’s plausible.
Perhaps it’s just the idea of one.
Maybe I just want something in my mouth,
Something in the shape of a cigarette.
Maybe I wanted to understand her,
Why she did what she did.
Maybe I’m jealous.
Or maybe I’m just cold.
it's far too cold for may.
