I thought I was finally over you, but then I wake up in the middle of…

I thought I was finally over you, but then I wake up in the middle of the night with your taste on my lips and your scent on my fingers. I reach for you, and my fingers grasp emptiness before I remember that you’ve been gone for months and I’ve just been dreaming about you again. Like some of my former lovers, sometimes I forget you even existed, but some days I miss you so intensely I’d swear I can still taste your ashy kiss. I miss feeling you inside me. I don’t know what it feels like to hold you anymore. I realize I miss you most with a pen in my fingers or a scotch in my hand, and it occurs to me that maybe I just miss you hurting me. You tried to burn my house down once, but I forgave you for that too. I thought you loved me, dear cigarettes. Did you really have to try to kill me?

(via orlansky)

Nice twist! Haha