Lips
Her lips,
Was there ever a thing that was sweeter?
“You taste like cigarettes,”
She coiled back, fighting to break free
“And you taste like strawberries”
Said I, wrapping my arms around her,
“Let me go, you never loved me,”
Her eyes, dark, piercing me
Her hair tangled in my fingers
“Didn’t I?”, “Didn’t I love you?”
Tell me, I won’t lie this time
Cause, It hurts
It’s dark and it’s cold
in here, in me
“Don’t you leave me,” cried I
I’m scared, scared that I’ll get lost
Lost in the smoke of my own cigarettes
But,
I’ll let you leave,
The smoke will only choke you
Smother you with ash
I’ll hide behind the smoke
I’m scared, but still I will
So that I won’t see you leave
So that you won’t see me
Yet I still hear your footsteps,
leaving
And your voice,
fading,
“Don’t be scared,
just light your cigarette.”
