Past me thought she would share a lil something something- heres some thoughts on regrets because no matter how many receipts or tags we can't return them. I know who woulda thought?
I inhaled those words like the first drag of a cigarette,
eagerly and hungering for more.
It appeared as if the smoke had been a screen to forget,
trying so hard to prevent this war.
But now its too late,
shots have been fired and the wounded lay in pain.
I try and try to get my head on straight,
for all this time I had been living in vain.
I’ve tried to put the flame out
but the tears have only made it grow
So i sprint away leaving that fire to engulf my life’s drought
remembering that sweet ecstasy I originally felt so long ago.
This poison has been so loyal
and to it I am eternally in debt
for I have been the one to cause this betrayal
Because despite the burns I’ll always need that cigarette
It has now singed my future
turning “wants” into smoke and “needs” into ashes.
All i want is to be able to get by with fewer,
to not come crawling back when it gnaws and lashes
I inhaled those words like the first drag of a cigarette,
except now they can’t get through the patches.