Why am I hated? Why can I not be loved? I am a cigarette. Used. You want me to fill the void in ur life, unction u find something better. You caress your lips around me only to let go. You take me in as you inhale deeply. You feel soothed and calm, you surround me with your heart and soul as if I belong. But suddenly, you blow me out. You let me dissipate in to nothing. Remove me drone inside and blow me away as if I meant nothing. I wanted to be part of u. You wouldn't let me. You let my heart light up and flicker. You burned me. You put me out. You tossed me away. Never to look back. As if I was nothing. Now I lay here. Waiting to rot. It's not a quick death. I will remain. Only to think of your lips. Dream of how you wanted and needed me.
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cigarette
About the author
Rim Hariri, 19 years old, still student, i like to talk about life in general, i usually think about the futur, learning from my past to build my futur.
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