She took a deep breath ;
let out a deep puff;
reminiscing on the gap
that suck the life out of her
like a pacifier
Still, she felt like she was breathing in someone else's smoke
She held the lit end of the cigarette
Because she wanted to burn
Pressing hard against the butt,
tilll it went off
And there it was,
Another scar on her first finger
A scar as that which
Premiered in all her poetry
She longed for the day
she would disenthrall herself
from all this loving,
Loving a girl ,
who had become a man.
A man who wouldn't take her back
Oh, the things she wanted to have
If only their minds would merge
If only she would simmer
this enchantment
If only she weren't addicted to sadness and nicotine,
pretending it was good for her
If only she wouldn't try to hide
the mess that she was
She lit yet another,
As she scribbled down a return letter
"Wait with me,love again with me
I'll to it better next time"
She thought.
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