Cigarettes and coffee,
like wine and cheese.

Perfect for the occasion,
and the times it will bring

I wish I could leave you in the ash tray like all all my stress,
I’m struggling to quit this, to quit us

This wrong side of heaven
This pairing

But I let the pollution fester

I want to leave you in the ash tray,
but what if it still burnt
and started a wildfire.

the jacket you left here still smells like cigarettes,
yet i'm wearing it because it makes me feel like i'm not alone

finger tips decaying like a cigarette between lips
crumbling lower, and lower
surrounded by bones, locked in paper walls

touched by a kiss, heart set ablaze
love leads us to death
so i love death