soggypoetry:

I am secondhand smoke.
I have been breathed out by so many mouthes
that the stale smell of me clings to your clothes.

I am in your new girlfriend’s hair when she comes
home from the bar.
I am floating outside your window when you return
to our old apartment.
I am silently taking years off your life, 
although this is a choice you never made. 

I am blackening your lungs 
one kiss at a time.