her kiss tasted like vanilla
sweet & fake
maybe it was the coffee
or the last cigarette
when she looked at me
all I could see was a disappointment
when she talked to me
all I could feel was fear
stolen hearts & a stolen voice
breathe in a tension-filled room
anxious about nothing
nevertheless, it's just okay
it's not perfect
it's not peachy
fist fiercely flickers fast in front of my eye
fighting was her choice
not saying or doing anything was mine
no thoughts in my mind
unless it was her
her stunning eyes & that smile
her kiss tasted like vanilla
toxic & extra
maybe it was the cigarette
or maybe it was her
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The World Through My Eyes: Poems, Short Stories, and Journals
Non-FictionThese stories and poetry reflect on my own life. Enjoy. :) The harsh reality of the truth. I'm a college student from Appalachia. Trying to provide a good life for my family. You can pick your nose, but you can't pick your family.
