The taste of your lips linger longer than the burning smell from my first cigarette.
The thing I wish the most about
all of that is,that I would have never met you.
I wish I would have never put the foreign cigarette to my lips
But at the same
Time it relieved me somehow.
You.
You never relieved me.
YOU ARE READING
Hurt Beyond Repair.
PoetryHurt and frightened and no where to turn except for my journal. Curse words being streamed at me and you would have thought I had a father for a sailor. ~E.M.C Many poems focusing on the subject of Mental Illness, that many suffer with and the su...
