you were like a cigarette
something i had to hold so delicately between my fingers
otherwise you would drop
fall and break in two
and i wouldn't be able to fix your precious soul
when i light you up
it took tiny words
and split seconds to watch you burn
and as you burnt
small pieces of you fell onto the rough pavement
and if you waited long enough
all that would remain of you
was a shell
a shell of your former self
and pretty soon later
you would wish
to be buried 6ft under
with pretty flowers
each with a death defying fragrance
with us surrounded by your grave
whispering sweet words to your soul