Have you seen it in my eyes, how I glisten as you talk or how my cheeks blush when you look at me?
I have never felt this wonderful ever since you came, to live in this world full of woe and tears but to be with you for a hundred more years and that I wouldn't mind.
The smell of cigarettes stays on your polo shirt, I never thought I'll enjoy the smell of nicotine in my nose. I felt high, I want to sniff every inch of you from your shoulders to your neck and even your scar that is beautifully scarred.
I want to play with your fingertips, touch each finger and intertwine mine with yours. I want to hold your hand and smell the nicotine in between your two fingers. I want to inhale the awful smell of nicotine in your mouth and kiss your lips.
Kiss me while you smoke your cigarettes let me feel the warmth in your body and let me die for you.
Let me have a toxic life with you, let me be intoxicated by you, let me inhale all of the nicotine inside your lungs and let it be in my system. Let me die, let my lungs rot and be tarred with nicotine just let me die with you for I live for you.
Every day you look dreaded just like the dead but when I have no more will to love, I just look at you and I gain more strength to be alive and to love again and again because who wouldn't love a calm, modest and sweet man like you?
Why did it take so long to find somebody like you? Why did it take me over a year to finally see you?
And now you're a part of me, a part that I breathe that even if my lungs rot from the nicotine I've inhaled my heart still beats for you from a thousand miles. You're a part of me that I crave, I crave your touch and your kiss. I crave your presence and I crave your love.
How do I tell you that I want you too?
