Remember when you were young how you found the smell of cigarettes disgusting? You couldn't stand it. But now as you and him put out your cigarettes and give a hug goodbye you love the smell of nicotine that lingers on his hoodie. As we get older our love and longing for self destruction blossoms even if a year before we began we thought we'd never start. We thought we'd never grow to love the things we once feared and despised. We became what we once were afraid of.
//June 30th 2016/9:41pm//
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My Gr8 Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems I have created about various aspects of my life including addiction, suicidal thoughts, self harm, family troubles, drugs, love, heartbreak, fear, loss, depression, and more. Feel free to skip to a part you feel you will be mor...
