Smoke

AS a child I romanticised you.

I pretended to have you in my life as a part of my games.

At moments I crave you.

I wish I knew what you tasted like and felt you close in my chest.

I’ve only ever seen others falling in love with their oh so familiar feelings you bring.

You can smell the love from them when you walk past and it makes me wonder how you would work for me.

Would you calm me down?

Would you make me forget the world while I had you?

There were moments in my life where I despised you and everything you stood for and that I wouldn’t need you.

You know right when to come knocking when everything feels like a high wall I can’t climb over and there are no doors around.

You’re a window that looks nice from far away but is cracked and stained from the years.

People often use you in analogies.

They mostly like to use you as a way to get away from it.

Suits you.

Sometimes you smell like home, warm and comforting from the cold harsh outside.

Sometimes you smelt like desperation, oozing out of others pores looking for their next fix of you.

I wish I didn’t crave you.

I wish you didn’t hurt to be by my chest.

I wish you didn’t bring all the chaos and death that you do.

You’ve brought it to me so much lately.

You know what you are.

I would like nothing more than to wrap my hands around you.

But not in a romanticised way like I did as a child.

A way that I could crush you and all you stand for, all the horror you’ve brought me, the lives you’ve taken, the lives you left feeling empty and dead like the people you put in the ground.

But I know I can never catch you.

You’re just smoke.

AS a child I romanticised you.

I pretended to have you in my life as a part of my games.

At moments I crave you.

I wish I knew what you tasted like and felt you close in my chest.

I’ve only ever seen others falling in love with their oh so familiar feelings you bring.

You can smell the love from them when you walk past and it makes me wonder how you would work for me.

Would you calm me down?

Would you make me forget the world while I had you?

There were moments in my life where I despised you and everything you stood for and that I wouldn’t need you.

You know right when to come knocking when everything feels like a high wall I can’t climb over and there are no doors around.

You’re a window that looks nice from far away but is cracked and stained from the years.

People often use you in analogies.

They mostly like to use you as a way to get away from it.

Suits you.

Sometimes you smell like home, warm and comforting from the cold harsh outside.

Sometimes you smelt like desperation, oozing out of others pores looking for their next fix of you.

I wish I didn’t crave you.

I wish you didn’t hurt to be by my chest.

I wish you didn’t bring all the chaos and death that you do.

You’ve brought it to me so much lately.

You know what you are.

I would like nothing more than to wrap my hands around you.

But not in a romanticised way like I did as a child.

A way that I could crush you and all you stand for, all the horror you’ve brought me, the lives you’ve taken, the lives you left feeling empty and dead like the people you put in the ground.

But I know I can never catch you.

You’re just smoke.

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