And some people

they set your soul alight

and you get high on feeling alive

even if it’s only because you’re on fire


They make you feel things

things you didn’t think you could feel

like panic

because dear God

now the smoke is blinding

and your lungs are suffocating on their perfect smile


But somehow you mistake all this

for the burning away of your fears

just by the way their hands linger on your skin

the guiding of all your forgotten pieces

out of the darkest tunnels

by the way their eyes hold your own


And you don’t realise how you’re pressed between their lips

wasting away

into a heap of ashes,

just another spent cigarette