he smokes
and i inhale
he smokes sweet lies,
i rush myself
to breathe them in
and damage
my lungs
i let them rot black
because that's what
i thought
love
was. _________
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Afternoon Thoughts
PoetryHer head felt light in that moment, She felt as if was drunk on starlight, Her bare toes grazing dewy grass, Breathing in the sweet scent that was finally her.
