Cigarette

If this is what it takes

to show that I’m hurting

then let me die.

If this is what it takes

to show that I want you,

love you,

care for you,

then let me down.

It wouldn’t be the first time you let me down.

When I held the bottle of death,

you yelled, never wept.

Took your sweet time and left.

Gave excuses and never took the blame.

Never accepted being wrong, still it’s the same.

When I needed you,

you never came.

It’s always going to be the same.

So I’ll light another cigarette,

so the smoke will take the scream.

I’ll take the weed if it promises to take the pain,

the regret,

the memories.

Just forget,

they tried to say “You’ll get over […]