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it’s better to burn than to fade away but baby, you were worse than nicotine

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you were a supernova with a cigarette
hanging from your glistening lips
freshly shaved legs on display
through tattered black jeans

you liked to kiss my battle wounds
and so I ran headfirst into war
until I feared that I might spill
my last drops of blood
with my head against your pillow
and the fear
only made me
kiss you harder

your cigarette burnt down to its butt
you reached out your hand
and set it to rest upon my lips
its ashes fell into my lap
and set me aflame
for you

it has been months
since my final cigarette and
I will never inhale
the poison that you were
again.