suck on a piece of stress reliever,
inhaling nicotine, into your lungs even deeper,
you're too busy slacking, settling, living,
in your wrecked, smoggy atmosphere
what have you been doing since i left here?
kiss on the lips of a bottle of beer,
three more gulps, four more swallows,
filling the gaps in your heart, so hollow
what have you been doing since i left here?
-isabella
YOU ARE READING
endings
Poetrythis book is composed of poems written mostly by me // borrowed poems have credits to sources and respectful owners
