A Book of Poems

3

You fill my mind with empty day dreams

Cloud the air around me, filling my lungs with smoke

I can't breathe , clawing at my throat

I could taste the ash you left on my lips from the last time we kissed

Broken promises , empty liquor bottles

The smell of sex and blood

What are you doing to me?

You are my drug, my addiction

I need you in my life

God made his conviction

You leave, I'm broken

How will I survive?

When you're gone for good

When I never run my hands through your hair or feel your lips on my neck

I need the touch of your hands , the smell of your cologne

Stay with me, I don't want to be alone

— Your Cologne Intoxicates Me