my hands smell like cigarettes again
and so do my clothes
but i don't care enough to change
because my parents probably know
and im not doing it to rebel against them
so it doesn't matter either way
i smell like cigarettes again
and i just want another
supply to my own bad habit
my own inevitable death
everyone of my exes
wanted to me stop
always felt like i would
but always fail to
emotional insecurity
meets lack of sleep
lack of something
emotional insecurity
meet lack of
physicality
lack of honesty
lack of a needed emotion
i smell like cigarettes again
and im okay with that
YOU ARE READING
The future has already past
PoesíaWhile my mind urges me to write something more than I think I can be myself, I sit in my bed the light dimmed and music playing in the background trying to figure out why It's in this book that I will write more. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm...
