A Smoker's Heart

Sat, 06/29/2013 - 23:12 -- MariyaB

Hey Dylan,
I’ve been here for you for a while now.
But for 19 years straight, you’ve been nothing but a villain.
Your love toward me, you disavow.
 
I didn’t do anything to deserve this.
With each puff,
you couldn’t resist.
The pressure your putting on me is rough.
 
With each and every beat,
and each and every blow,
It gets harder not to give up and admit defeat.
Why do you cause me such woe?
 
Everything here seems to be frail.
I can’t believe what you have done.
One more drag, and I think I am going to fail.
Doesn’t it hurt you to breathe? Or when you run?
 
What happened to that track star dream?
Why did you give up on me?
Down the drain it went, it seems.
This isn’t the way it has to be.
 
Did you think it was cool to cut your life short like this?
Your slowly killing yourself on the inside.
Just let your mind wonder and let it reminisce.
Running away from everyone, with your cigarette you would hide.
 
Now when you lay on your hospital bed,
As your body just lays with no movement,
Don’t you wish you listened to what everyone said?
The doctors said that's all they can do, there’s no sign of improvement.
 
I’m disappointed in you.
Look what you did to your own loving heart.
I no longer have the strength to continue, that’s it. I’m through.
You broke me apart.
 
The pain I can no longer bare.
The pain you caused me, I can never forget. 
But now with your final gasp of air.
Just remember the first time you tried that sweet cigarette.

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