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by Elizabeth Seago

I can't do this right now.
Don't touch me.


Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
No.
I can't talk to you now.
I can't have this conversation.

No, no, no.
You've got me all wrong.
I just-
I won't-
My heart can't-

Fuck.

I need a cigarette.

Don't deny me what I need.
Who the fuck are you?
No.
I need to get away from this man.
I need to inhale tar and menthol.
I need to kick someone in the balls with these Jimmy Choos.
I'm not picky.

You touch this
And your dignity
Goes with it.

Fuck you.

Stoppit!

"You're killing yourself."
Wrong.
You're killing me.

Every word that escapes those
Gorgeous pursed lips
Are contributing to
My demise.
Don't deny it.

Give me tar.
Give me poison.
Give me tobacco.
Give me menthol.
Give me
Give me
Give me

Give me anything but you.

02/05/2007

Posted on 02/05/2007
Copyright © 2025 Elizabeth Seago

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/06/07 at 02:41 AM

quit smoking on new years eve 1989...smoked an entire pack on the day i told my ex- i was leaving...great write here!

Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 02/09/07 at 02:19 AM

i like the forceful negativity in this poem that the reader has no choice but to inhale. now, you better not smoke. anyways, i like this poem because it doesn't feel planned or designed, rather just spilled like a good painting. your angst rolls on my darling...what will you write when nutritious love re-enters your life? until then...just write what your ventricles say and your material will always be tasty.

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