cigarette butts scattered across the room.
lighter with its fluid running low.
just like my head.
candles with wax melting; just like my heart when i met you.
you had me laughing at love songs; and now i write them.
hope is a four lettered word, it means nothing when you go rouge.
done; is the four lettered word you whispered when i was vulnerable.
YOU ARE READING
secrets ; gawsten
Poesíadeep down, we're all capable of unspeakable acts. highest ranking /// •58 in poetry
