how goes quitting?
you message me being your usual cryptic self.
because saying your name makes it real
it doesn't go, thanks for asking
checking in on my slow death
I don't see how it's your concern, but i appreciate the worry
and your misguided advice about avoiding yet another
premature death.....
my lips curdle at the taste of those words.
i'm sorry......
i feel bad, you started smoking because i wasn't good enough.....
don't.....
it's not your place and not your worry
misguided manipulation won't work on me anymore
i've nothing to prove to you anymore.
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...
