Bad burn.

For someone who I have loved,

I have come to compare you to a cigarette. 

I have smoked you and felt your weight on me. 

But as I drew in to your power,

It bore me the pain of emptiness.

Only then have I realized,

That you were a bad burn. 

I had the desire to light you again,

So I tricked myself to the nuisance of deceit. 

My time for you was blindfolded by my heart,

For you had me strong enough, 

to endure the pain of waiting for you. 

But waiting had become numb like ice in the dark.

And time was luxury I was not able to afford no longer. 

I have longed to see you and wished to feel you, 

But what came off of lighting you again, 

Bred two tears of grief and sorrow. 

All that I felt was from wishing thinking, 

for the blur of the smokes hid the reality.

I should have thrown you months back, had i known,

And let the fire fade as time moved on. 

I smoked you with my heart. I smoked you with my life.

But it is only now have I realized,

that you were long a bad burn.