Genre: Addiction, Life, Society
FILLED GLASSES & LIT CIGARETTES
by Noemi Moncayo
Nobody ever said it was easy.
Nobody promised you a manual on how to face the burden of heartbreak and loneliness.
This life doesn’t equip you with the first aid kit to pull together and repair your soul after you face the sad reality that you have to save yourself from every hell you go through.
Your lungs were not made to inhale the toxic smoke you use to numb your mind. You liver isn’t meant to handle the alcohol intake on the nights you feel so empty there’s a hollow vibration in your cries.
Your heart was not prepared for the hands of lovers who are masters of broken promises and had the audacity to drop it.
Your ears were not made to hear words that resonate in the back of your mind and make you contemplate weather death is a train you want to ride on.
Your eyes, fragile glass crafted by God to see the beauty that this life has to offer, were not meant to see her in your bed with another.
Your lips were not meant to quiver when the first tear falls after you feel your heart sink to your knees. Love is not supposed to sound like an apology when it resonates off the walls of your mouth.
Kisses are not meant to burn your lips when you pretend you don’t know the truth.
You shouldn’t have to force yourself to pull her closer and you shouldn’t have to look away when you see yourself dead inside her eyes.
The truth is; bottles and packs can numb the pain, but not if she’s the one filling your glass and lighting your cigarettes.
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