With lips
Like Hershey Kisses,
So sweetly,
You draw me in.

Like honey dripping
To a fly,
You draw me in.

Like a beautiful
And smelling flower
to a bee flying free,
You draw me in.

Like a smoker
Wanting their
Nicotine,
You draw me in.

With a grin
Not unlike a
Crescent moon's,
You draw me in.

Like an alcoholic
searching for
one last drop of Gin,
You draw me in.

Like a little lamb,
Drawn to a lion
In search of a friend,
You draw me in.

the burning tip of your half-smoked cigarette
is the light at the end of my dark tunnel

Cancer sticks.
Burning lungs.
Smelly breath.
Yellow teeth.
Hanging out of a mouth like a silly clown prop.
Take a drag
Tar smothering the lungs limiting their functionality.
Cool look when you're 12!
Hell at 42 when the lungs no longer function and your body is poisoned by the uncool part of a *** you can't see!

She envied the way
He talked to the saleslady
Asking her for a pack
Trying to charm her in every way.

She loathed the way
He used to puff smoke from his mouth
Smiling at the passers-by
In front of the hallway.

She hid his ashtray
In the bottom of the top drawer
He searched for it
From corner to corner.

She went away
Carrying her suitcase
Never left a word
When she knew
He had found the ashtray.

She’s gone for a week,
But three knocks came
From the front door
He thought it was her
But it was never.

She wrote him a letter,
The mailman said
Handed it to him
Along with an urn.

She said in the letter
She breathed
Every smoke he blew
And now,
She turned into
Like that powder in gray
On the ashtray.

bye.
Do you have your phone?
yes.
okay, bye.

its common, really.
but I don't walk.
I sit
I pick a spot that is cozy
I pick a spot that is lonely
I pick out the stems
and I fill up the bowl
and I smoke
and I smoke
to fill the hole.

The hole in my heart,
The sad in my brain,
The pain of not having you
The anxiety

It fills it all, its all gone.

And I sit,
and I watch the sunset
the water colored sky
I wonder and I watch the clouds
I breathe and lay
It is all okay,
And this is what I do everyday
to make it that way.

but accusations
come and come


No, mom, I do not smoke.