I don't know when it was that you stopped breathing air and started breathing poison
All I know is that your kisses started slowly killing me
YOU ARE READING
Lungs and Coffee Cups
Poetry"I believe we hold our feelings in our lungs, and at the bottom of empty coffee cups" The life and writings of j.l., a book of poetry containing absolute devastation and pure joy.
I had to choose between holding my breath or dying
I don't know when it was that you stopped breathing air and started breathing poison
All I know is that your kisses started slowly killing me
