Smoking is injurious to health

Tell that to my lungs, gasping for breath,
would I choose a life where my pills are slivered air
or perhaps taste the burns on your body, a drug, a living lair?

You made me count one two three
The number of holes burnt into thee
When your mum couldn't find her glass ashtray
tattoos of nightmares on your skin shall stay.

Prettiest things are easiest to break
Just like your honey skin, so easy to penetrate
Some used your thighs to snort the cocaine
While your uncle turned diabetic, just by tasting you every day.

You met me in the cemetery, the day your mother died
Pearls are rare, so you kept your tears to yourself, you didn't cry.
But it was raining that evening, drenched in gloom
son of earth, you smelled like petrichor, in your eyes, lilacs bloomed.

You are a beautiful poet, calling me the moon,
oh, I pricked the pools of blemishes on my face, I thought you're so cruel.
I asked what are my scars?

"The rose may blossom in you, but the thorns are covered with your soul, a dark tar."

But you're a lousy liar, flashing that broken smile,
Your tongue reading the tales of your broken milk teeth, so fragile
The purple bruises are the universe you say,
"So are the scabs black holes?" I kissed them and pray.

"Or maybe you are" I was a fish in your fluid embrace
Tangling my fingers in your golden hair, letting me pull all the madness in you, as I trace
your back, a bare canvas of hate
some are artists of pain, they drew masterpieces out pain, your tragic fate.

"They kept their memories alive
With brush strokes burning upon your skin
Filming a horror show on your body
That no one wants it to be real."

"If each scar is a Horcrux,
then I've died a myriad of times,
If each soul represents a star, my soul has been slivered so many times,
That a myriad of stars will be less."

So you let the smoke kiss your wounds
Just like your mama did
And you'll kill me breath by breath
Just like the villains did.

— a villain isn't born, a villain is made.