Cigarettes
You're the temporary type
I enjoy you like a cigarette
Except it's you who puts me out
Leaving me these frost bitten fingertips

You look dope
So I'd smoke ya
But then I'd have to spit you out
Because I don't want the taste of you to stay up in my mouth

All you do is run in and jump out
But I'm still here somehow
Just waiting for you
From sun up til sun down
I never know when I should go because I don't get the cue

I'm a fool, yes I know
But it's cool, let's just roll with it for now
I should know better than to wait for you to come around

But there's just something about you now
That keeps on pulling me back like a tourist attraction
Implanted
Strategically placed in the midst of your presence
So when you're not here I just sit and reminisce
With help from the taste of your kisses
Your lips on my heart have imprinted
You left memories on the tip of my tongue
Which I am afraid to speak of
For when they roll off of it
I'll have lost all you left me with
Until you decide to come back again

I'm here where you left me
Dried up and empty
Waiting on you to come back and pour up
My refill

Fill me up with some of that
Supposed to be love stuff
Because shit
That's been
All i know

This makeshift relation
You're the ship I'm enslaved in
And though you've never necessarily promised me
Any acres

I am ready to settle
My tractor
Is waiting