c i g a r e t t e
smoke reminds
me of you
its bittersweet
like our memories
and it tastes
like your
lips maybe
I'll become
a smoker
so that I
can breathe
you in
YOU ARE READING
Damage is done
PuisiI used to think b e a u t i f u l things did no harm until I harmed myself because of words spoken from a b e a u t i f u l mouth and letters strung into bitter sentences by b e a u t i f u l fingertips *** This is just a bunch of poems I wr...
