your cigarettes that
smelled like death
made me feel
lightheaded or maybe
that was you
all the scent
of cigarettes is
impregnated in
your clothes
so maybe its you
who makes me sick
cause this smoke just makes
me disappear
YOU ARE READING
you're not a poet.
Poetryim not a poet. i just watch the world go by every second, minute, hour. like a normal person and feel my heart pumping through my brain
