Smoking this cigarette
The orange glow
Mesmerizing and beautiful
It reminded me of you
The glowing ash
That drew me in
And like that cigarette
You would only
Damage me in the end
I took you in
Like I did with the smoke
As I exhaled It
I felt the way I did
The first day I set eyes on you
Buzzing from chemicals
You were beautiful
Like the lit end
Of my cigarette
But at the end
You left a bad
Taste in my mouth
That I couldn't wash out
-mw
YOU ARE READING
The therapy session
PoetryThe anxiety can't win against this paper and pen. An unscheduled therapy for me to write, and others to read. These words are raw, my thoughts are deep. When I can't sleep, I often write.
