Love Poem: Poisonous Smoke
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Written by: Miranda Alegria

Poisonous Smoke

I hate to think of myself
as a convenience store
that you only enter at night on a rush,
looking only at the things I have displayed.
You’re moving them out of place violently,
but ultimately getting none of them.

I hate to think of myself
as the one you know you can use
to draw your misery away from you,
to inhale all of your poisonous smoke,
I hate it, even if I’ve been waiting for so long
to be someone’s first choice.

I hate to think about myself
the same way I know you do,
crumpled tissue with everlasting patience
without even ground to stand on, ever,
the truth pains me and pulls me apart,
I don't want you to stop thinking about me at all.