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Nicotine


I cannot ignore

how loudly love knocks

whilst you and I exchange

meaningful eye locks.

You are my Lucida,

my brightest star,

though I never intended

for you

to take so much space

in my heart;

I cannot tell where

your fervency ends

and my love starts.

You are an iota of heartache,

mixed with a hint of nicotine

and sprinkled with flaws,

reminding me broken beings

should be healed with love

not bandaids or empty promises

(though they're the same).

My darling, sublimity scintillates 

in your eyes and

I cannot explain in a rhyme

the many ways you make me feel sublime.


A/N: Hey guys! An update after a long time!! I know this is not the order that the poems go, but I felt inspired to write about *this* person and so I thought why not? Also, if the formatting appears a bit weird, that is because I'm updating from a computer, not my phone (although the entire poem is not meant to have separate stanzas). Please vote and comment your feedback if you'd like to, and if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask (:  Thankyou for reading! ^.^

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