I don’t smoke
Too many people I know have died due to it
Too many heartbreaks, too many mistakes.
But if I did
I’d light you on fire and breathe you in
Inhaling your smoky scent, like woodburning
Until my lungs were coated with your ashes.
No chance of lung cancer
But maybe a chance of obsession
A dangerous obsession
An unhealthy obsession.
And I’d watch the tips of you slowly burn
Until my fingers were in danger of blistering
And you could feel the heat from my face.
You are a dangerous habit.
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 5:59 AM UTC
I don’t smoke
Too many people I know have died due to it
Too many heartbreaks, too many mistakes.
But if I did
I’d light you on fire and breathe you in
Inhaling your smoky scent, like woodburning
Until my lungs were coated with your ashes.
No chance of lung cancer
But maybe a chance of obsession
A dangerous obsession
An unhealthy obsession.
And I’d watch the tips of you slowly burn
Until my fingers were in danger of blistering
And you could feel the heat from my face.
You are a dangerous habit.