Find me at the end of your cigarette
At midnight after you've held her.
I'd like to know
How your lips will linger
After the first stick is over,
Its light
Like a firefly in the darkness.
If you ever miss me in June,
Find me
At the tip of your addiction.
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What Love Used To Look Like
Poetry"What Love Used To Look Like" is a collection of short prose, poems, and contemplations about love, hurt, disappointments, and brokenness anyone experiences or has experienced at least once in their short lives. The collection intends to show the di...
