True Love's First Kiss
First Puff. The second one’s for the soul
My obsession with kisses
Falls back to dropping some ashes
Stained with my red lip tint
I don’t settle for mint
They call it cancer break
I call it “smokes from a heartache”
You may see me differently with a stick
Smell me with the judgment of being a girl prick
I roll my eyes. I live for my own gig
If nicotine was on a cupcake
Diabetes would be my namesake
Red will never be my favorite color
But my Marls are red, a better appetizer
Lips don’t touch mine. That’s a sign
Lips to lips we kiss
Every day I crave, every hour I miss
I’m making a poem about my cigarette
Love it must be for Yvette
Don’t smoke if you don’t.
Don’t judge coz’ you make no point.
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