cigarettes

we could smoke cigarettes for hours.

you`d offer me one after another

even tho I had my own.

you were never this nice to me.

but for a girl, 

who only knew 

small-town-drug or die romance,

I waited for my proposal

with every cigarette

you handed me. 

I should have known.  

you are from the city.

-lov

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Lung cancer and blaring taxis....just a different brand of drug.
interesting metaphor here...we are talking much more than just drugs or cigarettes I suspect.

[Michael Sun Bear]

I love this, it tells a shy but big story with a handful of words. As an addict myself I can attest YES writing is therapy. Keep it up, I enjoy your work.