the cold wind embraces us because we stand apart
the sky is darkened but we remain
so damn awake.
i don't near you
even as it gets cold
because you are smoking again.
if i were to step closer
they would know
i was with you
they would smell it
on my skin
on my hair
on my clothes.
smoking kills
i murmur.
something's already killing me
you respond.
YOU ARE READING
noontime sonder
Poetry"poetry for those who need it, and poetry for those who yearn for it" /// trust me, i dont know either
