ZimberlyKane

I woke this morning to the taste of your breath hot like embers through the filter of my cigarette I put it out in haste, and the taste left the leftover smoke burned in my chest. Theres no name for what I felt then. At the time I had no idea what it would cost. I had no idea that you'd be here one day, and the next simply lost. It's been years but I can still feel it, the way it felt to kiss a smoker, the first time. With the taste of that smoke still lingering, disgusting, yet delicious in a way I can't define. My fingers were entwined in your free hand gently swaying in time with music that didn't exist. I would have never let go had I