Poetry Collection

Smoke

I thought with enough smoke I could hide the truth
Clouds of marijuana seemed to do well enough
No one needed to know, I was like a magician
If I set things up right it was like an illusion
An illusion that hid everything about me

Everything that made me
But fuck it all
I'm broken

I thought I needed more time to my own self
Because time would heal my open wounds
But time just gave me more thoughts
And those thoughts brought pain
The worst kind of pain
The pain that kills
Feelings

I thought if I kissed her things would be alright
Seems like that kiss broke every wall down
The only walls that held us up all along
And so I broke us both I thought
And I broke down
But-- she left
without me