I put this cigarette between my lips in the foolishness of maybe it could make me poeticize.
Ingenuous thought when I know the only drug able to mess with all my system is you.
More effective than nicotine, fogging all my mind More dense than an smoke that I stubborn to take to my lungs, your smell clogs my aerial vias.
More rough than the cigarette material rubbing my fingers, your words scratch my skin.
More agonizing than abstinence, your distance makes me writhe inside my own body, facing an intern fight that always end in riot because I can’t decide between leave you on your own luck or convince you that we can be the lucky of each other.
And here is the living proof, here is the poetry that i’m only able to extract from the collateral damage caused by *you.