identity

i am the smoke that escapes every smoker's lips,
promising health complications in my wake.

i am the rumor lingering, passing through your ears and mind,
unanswering to reality and myth.

i am the high of every drug, of any addict,
always wanted to stay, but always inevitably leaving.

i am the one night satisfaction of every currency,
yet never for sale.

i am the song that's always stuck in your head,
annoying, but secretly desired.

i am the dream dreamer's crave for, tucked under pillows,
pleasurable or a nightmare, never in between.

i am the pen writers use, control,
yet mutually acknowledged that i am the puppet master.

i am the silence pressing on your skin,
making your body shriek and lose it's peace.

i am whoever you make of me.

the devil dancing around your head,
the graceful art you sleep with behind closed doors,
or the girl in chuck taylors you hail a cab for.