Curve

You stood there smoking your cigarette,

I watched it burn for you the way I do.

My mind stumbled over what to say next --

I never could get it right anyway

But awkward silences didn't matter as long as I could be next to you.

Smoke billowed through all the empty spaces around us,

You looked at me and smirked as if you knew how weak you made me.

Your lips curved over that filter.

I found myself wishing you'd want to curve those lips over me.

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- DTM Poetry

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