your cigarette stain is my favorite perfume.
a smell permeating through the air and my lungs in an invasion of you, you, you
it hurts my head,
but it feels so familiar that i welcome the ache like a lost friend.
i pray to never have to reveal which i prefer more
i wrap it around me like a hug and bask in you and your scent and your pain
the hurt comes when you come and the smell of fumes is the smell of home
home is nothing more than a house,
and the house is made of fumes and poison of a lover who has never known relief
you bring me pain
you bring me peace
and you stain me with a glorious rot i can not shake
i never try to shake
i doubt i ever will
i want to drown in it
to breathe it in the way you do, tight and like a lifeline,
until it consumes me like your love
i only wish my love could choke you like your perfume does to me
i wear it day and night and it is almost a selfish thing,
i have always had terrible allergies.
YOU ARE READING
fascinatingly fatal
Poetryi will squeeze my eyes so tight i won't see your evil, i will cover my ears and i will not hear your evil, and i will sew my mouth shut and you will never hear my evil again.
