Black Lungs

No antidote for his choice of kill

Poison penetrating into my lungs.

Though harmed by infatuation,

I stay.

Not seeming to get

enough I breathe in the smoke.

We sit side by side in our puffy black coats.

Broken

at the seams

but we melt back into

each other, bearing the pain in my chest

to enjoy your company.

Like an addict killing his beloved body for

the rush.