Cigarette Lover

Posted: September 26, 2014 in Poetry
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Always you moved like you were on fire
You were something I could inhale but
Never keep within the walls of my chest
And watching your embers became such an addiction
That I forgot about your second-and-third-hand-kind-of-love
How can you care about anything
When you are now just a pile of ash?

  1. राक्षस रक्षेन्द्रः says:

    From one addict to another, I know how that feels…

  2. Miranda Stone says:

    I like the comparison here of a person with the ephemeral pleasure, and also the hazard, that a cigarette provides. Well done, Benjamin!

  3. stacilys says:

    Wow, this is so clever Benjamin. I love how you made the makings of a cigarette as an analogy of a bad relationship.
    Just hope you’re not speaking from experience. Eek.

  4. LClark says:

    I read this in one breath.

  5. There is nothing wrong with this one! LOVE IT!!!!!

  6. But…the cigarette continues to whisper my name… Loving the sides to this poem, Benjamin.
    (Thanks for stopping by my blog tonight. You didn’t even say hello…. 😦 )

  7. Phen Weston says:

    Wonderfully written. You seem to have a way of being able to describe those hopeless relationships so well. Such imagery!

    As a(n ex) smoker, It’s funny that no matter how long since you “quit” the desire is always there, insidiously scratching beneath the surface. I wonder if this is the case for such a relationship?

  8. Mike says:

    Brutally honest – well done.

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