I Am - Poem by Danielle Kieschnick
I am the smoke
That drifts out from between your lips
After a nice, long drag
From a cigarette.
I am your breath
Unfurling into the crisp, icy night
As you whisper frail, beautiful promises
Into the ears of timid creatures.
I am the devious curl of your lips
And the glint in your dark eyes
Coaxing the innocent
Into your arms.
I am their tragic sobs
Seeping out of shattered hearts
As you leave them behind
To loath you and want you.
I am the breath-robbing ache
That fills up their chests
When they discover your lies
And know that it is too late to regain
What you have taken from them.
I am your racing heart
On the dark, slick highway
And the pulsating music
That enlivens your soul
As you race away from their mournful cries
And into the black.
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