him

poetic-kisses:

he tasted like coffee and smelled like cigarettes and he lit the fire in my heart like he lit his cigarettes; quickly and efficiently. my mom said she had a bad feeling about him but i shrugged it off and peppered him in kisses and covered him in love. when he left me he left a gaping whole in my chest so i lit my heart on fire with the bic lighter he always used. i never liked cigarettes