POETRY

the end of a love pt 2

my dearest,

i am (in one way or another) completely infatuated with the way smoke clogs my throat; which must reflect upon my self destructing behavior. only considering, i take deeper breaths around smoke and fire. maybe it's a resemblance of my burning house, or just my mental stability melting away. but, loving you isn't such a mystery—because your exact words echo nicotine that circulates through my bones.

but, i do still need your tight grip on my mind—just to at least keep me physically stable. even if thousands of cigarettes are circulating my lungs. overall, none could top your smothered words.

i could be a clichè teen, drawing pictures of your milky eyes, but yet —that still doesnt quench the screaming fire in the pit of my stomach. oh, how much i love you.

i want kissing selfies and paintings on your back, i want soft music echoing through the hallway while being completely infatuated with you.

you've heard the same things over and over, just me chanting about how much i live for your sugary sweet hands, and coffee flavored words; but no words would compare to the fucking godly taste of your presence.

i still need to remind you though, i love you to the end the universe. but yet, no one knows if the universe has an end (most likely not though). get my point?

so this was a short, sickly sweet letter, to let you know how much i appreciate our beautiful, tragic relationship.

live on, and stay your gorgeously kind self. because overall, a smile looks good on you.