Breakup Clouds

You're like these cigarettes I smoke,

I enhaled you whole

but the smoke still rushed out.

Like it did not like what was inside.

Like it was never meant to be there in the first place.

And the part of you that remained inside

only hurts me now

or will eventually put me to sleep.

Forever.

Because of lungs that couldn't hold,

or the heart that sustained more agony than it deserved.