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Cigarettes

A Poet Who Will Never Become

By Alison McClurePublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Each time I take a drag from my cigarette, my intention is to slowly fade your face out of my memory.

I do it to forget all the time we had spent together.

It burns my throat and destroys my lungs, but I’d rather do that then feel pain in my heart because of you.

I do it to mask the pain because I’d rather kill myself in the process and pretend you never existed, then to mope and cry about what could’ve been.

I’m done crying over you, and taking control of my life and moving on finally.

Please leave me and my heart alone.

Please don’t come back into my life and destroy all the progress I’ve made, because I’m finally starting to move on, and you’re finally becoming simply a memory to me

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Alison McClure

I'm 18, a Taurus, and currently live in Ohio, but I'm originally from Michigan.

I write memoirs, poetry and short stories from time to time and have been told they're very relatable. Enjoy!!

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