ruminative // pensive

// quietus

When cigarettes debilitate my lungs.
and alcohol makes me crocked.

It's odd that anything
and everything can kill you.
Even the sweetest of sweet.

Even the ones who pretend to love you.
Actually, also the ones who do too.

But what kills me most?
The fact that all that is better.
Better than whatever you did to me.

- i.s