my head is buzzing with nicotine
my lips are painted with ginger
i feel sugar in the air
and raindrops, damp on my skin
i blow dust in the air
through my mouth from out my head
the insides of my skull empty
touching the same old feelings
on the drive home
there is only fleeting warmth
and sprouting nostalgia
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
