Esaul Mauricio-Castro, Esaul Castro's Self Portrait

I knew you would leave, I cared more than you ever did.

Now I am just the cigarette you threw out of your car window. You pull another one out of the carton just as swiftly as you dropped me. She wasn’t as good as your first one, the first is always the best. You call me on your way home, regretting your decisions I come back every time. I love the way cigarettes smell.

Esaul Mauricio-Castro, Esaul Castro's Self Portrait