Up In Smoke

I roll this blunt of truth to take a life giving draw.
My heart is stone cold, your warmth is my only hope to thaw,
To become fluid again,
To breathe again.

I hear our future ask, "how am I supposed to breathe without air?"
So here I sit,  constricting my lungs in an attempt to manifest our love out of thin air.
Smoke and mirrors has always been our favourite game
But when reality set in, nothing was ever the same.

See, you were always the Center of my universe, a gravitational pull I could not deny.
The truth of matter is: I was that girl and you were that guy.

As I release this pull and let the smoke escape from the cage of my nostrils;
I am bulldozed by the fact that like this smoke,
we were always meant to be transient, a temporary situation.

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