Cigarettes.
I take another breath, I take another cigarette.
Smoke rises with regret, but you help me deal with my stress.
I'm forever in your debt, and forever in your book of dead.
I take another breath, I take another cigarette.
My love, you smell of death, but you always pull me from the edge.
I wish I would have left, now you're always in my head.
Smoke rises with regret, but you help me deal with my stress.
I take another breath, I take another cigarette.
Edit: I never expected any of my poetry to reach this many people. Thank you all for taking the time to read my work, it means so much and has been a huge encouragement.
Also, thank whoever you are for the award, that was very nice.
One more, thank everybody who took the time to comment. I have really enjoyed reading your thoughts on this poem.
Posted Sep 12, 2020, 2:16 PM UTC · edited
like this very much - the repetitiveness really makes the habitualness (thats a word right?) hit home, especially the last line where you equate it to taking a breath, really giving a good representation of the addiction and how it just becomes second nature. i also like the fact that you could use cigarette as any kind of metaphor, the line "my love, you smell like death" could totally equate it to a bad relationship you keep coming back to and that adds alot more nuance and depth, furthered by the next line. addiction to anything has always reminded me of abusive relationships and this does a good job of establishing the link between the two. good job :-D
I am glad that came through in the writing. Part of what I was trying to touch on was the habitualness (pretty sure it's a word), and the second nature it becomes. Thank you for your kind words!
That is part of why I love poetry. It can mean something different to many people and be just as meaningful to each one.