Sound of you saying goodbye

Whisks me away to drunken nights of Kurt Cobain

And balloons of nicotine that never reach my high

 

Smoke constantly obscuring my vision

Painting pictures of contaminated oxygen

Using alcohol to dilute the smell of tobacco

Creating the perfect substance composed of toothpicks and toxic

 

Instead of your lips, I’ve been kissing these cigars

Instead of writing eraseable words, I’ve been drawing permanent scars

Your eyes are burning into me like the bottom of my blunt

Yet, shine as if they are victims of King Midas’ touch

 

Kiss me as though I’m a gun that needs to be emptied of bullets

And reload me with power not only to break your heart

But go through it.