My lips curl around my last cigarette.
I allow the smoke to mix with the air
And fill my lungs.
I exhale the poison
And pass the tobacco ridden stick
To my only friend.
I watch as she does the same,
With clouded eyes submerged in sadness.
She stares straight into my soul and
Whispers, We're in this together.
Little does she know, I loath spending this time
With her. I hate sharing my last cigarette
With someone I can't stand.
I turn my head, avoiding any
Need to say a word,
And as she passes the cigarette,
I shift my gaze back onto her face,
And notice that I'm staring into the mirror.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 5:29 AM UTC
My lips curl around my last cigarette.
I allow the smoke to mix with the air
And fill my lungs.
I exhale the poison
And pass the tobacco ridden stick
To my only friend.
I watch as she does the same,
With clouded eyes submerged in sadness.
She stares straight into my soul and
Whispers, We're in this together.
Little does she know, I loath spending this time
With her. I hate sharing my last cigarette
With someone I can't stand.
I turn my head, avoiding any
Need to say a word,
And as she passes the cigarette,
I shift my gaze back onto her face,
And notice that I'm staring into the mirror.
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