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I still taste you on my lips,

a mixture of smoke

and loneliness.



I’m not sure anymore

if I ever loved you,

or if you were a cancer

I didn’t want to treat.



You invaded my skin

and spread to my heart

until I was breathless

when not in your presence.



I could have inhaled you

all of my life

even if you killed me.



But you were just

a smoke screen,

a lie disguised a love,

a vanishing vapor.



When the air cleared,

you had disappeared

and I was left with just

the ashes of my heart...



and a disease that

would eat away at

my confidence

for the rest of my life.



Rewrite 2012

I still taste you on my lips,
a mixture of smoke
and desperation.

I’m not sure anymore
if I ever loved you,
or if you were a cancer
I didn’t want to treat.

You invaded my skin
and spread to my heart
until I was breathless
when not in your presence.

I could have inhaled you
all of my life
even if you killed me.

But you were just
a smoke screen,
a lie disguised as love,
a vanishing vapor.

When the air cleared,
you had disappeared
and I was left with
the ashes of a charred heart...

and a disease that
will eat away at
my confidence
for the rest of my life.