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Dec 2014
you were fire and i'm deathly afraid of fire but i needed something to light my cigarette with i only wanted to smoke one but you insisted i smoke them all and lit the entire pack on fire and you caught some of my sweater with it and you burned me whenever it looked like you were going out you would come back even stronger than before and as much as i wanted to break away from you i couldn't, i was addicted to you and i was already burned anyway so what difference would it make i ******* wish i listened to my friends when they told me not to play with fire because you're always going to get burned but i guess i was okay with the risk of getting burned because it was only for one ******* cigarette but i don't smoke anymore
frankie crognale
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