I wish to be a cigarette of his life

I wish to be a cigarette of his life

I wish I were cigarette between his trembling fingers at midnight,
the one he reaches for when the world becomes too heavy to carry.
I wish I could quiet the storms in my mind,
slow his racing thoughts and sit beside his loneliness.
The way smoke lingers in an empty room.
I wish I were the habit he couldn’t break,
the comfort he search for without thinking,
the ache he felt the moment I was missing.
I wish I could burn softly in his silence,
glowing in the dark corners of his life,
leaving traces of myself on every memory,
a scent that stays long after I’ve gone,
I wish that when everything felt unbearably loud,
his hands would still search for me first.
I am just a girl he has but I wish to be a cigarette he needs.
-Deluswasnotsolu😛

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