#cigarettesmoke
The streets stretch empty,
silent but for my footsteps—
rhythmic, restless,
kicking pebbles that go nowhere,
like me.
Smoke curls from my lips,
a ghostly whisper dissolving
before it can answer
the questions I never say aloud.
The night doesn’t scare me—
I’ve made peace with shadows,
with streetlights flickering like old dreams.
But the darkness inside?
That’s a beast with my name on its tongue.
I walk faster,
as if the wind might strip me clean,
as if somewhere ahead,
there’s a version of me
who knows how to stop running.
But for now,
I take another drag,
watch the ember burn,
and keep moving.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 1:37 AM UTC
she filled my thoughts
hazing my brain like cigarette smoke
her beauty beaten and bruised
her eyes still rang true
shes the kind of woman
you can't ever forget
May 18, 2022
May 18, 2022 at 1:15 PM UTC
Like a cigarette, ignited and raised to your scornful lips
you made me your addiction
and i let you consume me
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 6:22 PM UTC
and i swear your breath in the cold air might as well have been cigarette smoke, the way it filled my lungs with a taste i couldn't forget and left them begging for something that i knew would only hurt me
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC