Tattoos and weed
You come back to me with these
and tell me you that you have not changed
But I do not recognize you
You persist to insist that you're the same
But I do not recognize you
Drag by drag you lost yourself,
You're stumbling around,
Trying to find your way
But smoke has clouded your eyes
So you can't see.
You can't breathe.
like I was once addicted to you,
you're addict to your sticks that disappear in flames.
Burning their remains as though they were never there,
but their damage lays within.
You try to lift your lips to meet mine,
when seconds ago they were wrapped around your stick of cancer,
you fall short because your body has grown to weak to move
your heart has been charred to black to love. So you don't.
You crave.
-Charné Botha
