Epitome of Basic

I love the smell of cigarettes on you
When you walk into the room;

Or maybe I love the smell of you
On cigarettes whenever I take a puff;

Maybe I love smoking
Or maybe I love you.

This is so basic.


An Idea

Here’s one for you
The person who came back
But feels as though
Had just left;

It is not possible
That you are more reachable
That far away than you are
Just close by;

It was nice to feel you near
Yet it isn’t so when you are
Actually close because now you seem
So far away;

An idea: yes an idea
That is what this is
An idea and nothing more than
Something that doesn’t exist;

You’re a terrible friend
(But I still like you as one haha)