Smoking Kills, But So Does Love
She told me she is broken. She wakes and feels nothing. She takes a drag of her cigarette filling her lungs with nicotine, with him. She peers at me through tear filled eyes and asks me a question I cannot answer. How could he? He used to free her mind and ease her pain, now he is the source of her agony. I look at her and see someone I used to know. I see the heartache and the emptiness. I know she's in there somewhere but for now she is lost. I want to tell her I'm sorry he loved her badly, I'm sorry he made her think love is something that hurts. I want to tell her it will all be okay. I want to tell her she is enough and that she will do amazing things. I want to take her pain away but I cannot. I can only see her suffer, I can only dry her tears. I can only write about her, I can only take a photograph. For it is here she lives, broken.