you let a grey cloud of your inhaled burdens
escape to touch my lips
before allowing your mouth to find mine
and i tasted you,
i tasted your despair
i tasted the ghosts that you had tried
to poison with your burning stick of relief
and of all the mouths i had tasted
you were my favorite flavor.
and after tainting me with your breath
and branding the corners of my lips with your name
you ******* left me.
you were full and i was empty
and you needed more room for you to **** in your misery
so you filled me up with what you had
and walked away and placed another
paper wrapped stick of satisfaction between your teeth.
i was envious.
you could have used us both.
i would've let you use me as much as you pleased.
-m.a.e