June 11th, 2016, 1:14 a.m.
Jack Daniels and Cigarettes
By HollyBlue MusePublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Marcel Strauß on Unsplash
Puff puff,
Inhale.
Puff puff,
Inhale.
Sip your whiskey,
How does it taste?
Like the tears I've cried over your abandonment?
Like the gravel I've paced back and forth on,
Waiting to get a message back?
What is it about Jack Daniels?
How come you love him more than I?
Your flesh and blood, the fruit of your labor, the light of your life.
How come?
How come?
What is it about the smoke,
That makes you erase me from your memory?
Pretend we don't exist,
like we were all just a dream.
I dreamt of you, nights now passed,
Of all the memories we shared,
Of all the good times that didn't last.
Where have you gone?
Why have you left?
Am I not worth as much as your Jack Daniels and cigarettes?
About the Creator
HollyBlue Muse
I like to write poetry, fiction, and essays about anything and everything.


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