When my lungs met your smoke

 When my alveoli first met you

 it began 

a slow burn into my soul,

letting your poison

dance in my chest,

knowing

 you'd leave me hollow.

I let your fog settle

in the lungs of my hope.

every inhale,

you always helped me cope.

My body remembers,

the intimacy of every puff,

every ache,

every empty space, 

you left behind.

You're not just ruling my chest,

but the neurons that whispers dopamine.

                                                           -crystal