the scent you carried reminded me of my childhood
the scent was nicotine.
you said you were disgusted by it
just like I was disgusted by my childhood.
' i would never put my child through that' I said.
after that conversation, talking formed into friendship and friendship turned into dating
two years later honeymooning turned into a sweet baby girl.
three years later daddy was a drunk
and mommy was an addict.
another year passed by
another year of yells and screams and beatings and cries.
she then suddenly died and he mourned with the daughter
and as she was lay to rest, he walked past her coffin
and he could still smell the nicotine.
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I really like the last sentence but gtg bc zayn just posted a photo✋🏻 update; casually types up another poem because I updated one I already posted kms and I made the edit in the box so
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astronomy•poetry
Poetrythese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins
