I feel her music in the drags of the cigarette loosely held in my hand
That tantalizing beats
Like her eyelashes
Are mesmerizing
As this bit of nicotine
Captivating as that lightheaded high
Keeping me from rising too quickly
Easily bringing me to my knees
And each time next to her
Is more addicting
Than each bit menthol in my breath
And as the raindrops put out my cigarette
I remember how quickly
She slipped out of my fingers
Just like my last pack
Didn’t last as long
As I had hoped
b/c I let everyone bum a piece
Take a drag
And use
Her up
Till she was all gone
Damn, I need my fix
Comments
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Lexie
This is amazing. I'm more than flattered. Your poetry always has me hanging on the tip of your tongue/pen. Begging for more. <3 The use of metaphor..Is very much appreciated.. As these lungs are huffing for a smooth, atm.
<333 You're amazing. <3
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It is good to see that your muse is being put to good use again. I love your use of metaphor here poet. I am a cigarette smoker and I feel these words. To compare her to your habit is a realistic sensation when it comes to relationships and how easy it is for them to become habit forming. I love how you set the reader up in the beginning of the poem, took us through the process with ease, and ended the poem with such truth! Loved this! Yes, keep writing.
Always Loving YOU ♥
Mom
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I am so excited to see you writing again
This is a fantastic come back poem; we all have our fixes
Great metaphors, imagery and strength - I can relate to the last two lines
♥
Stay safe
Love ya
~Manda
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