i want to be yours,
no doubt in my mind.
i long for the feeling
of having something that's mine.
a smoke break i say.
when you ask where i'm going.
i step outside,
breathe in,
and see the sunset glowing.
smoking feels like breathing nowadays
because it's so normal to me.
i could just leave now.
i have all my things.
i step back in your apartment,
and see you there sleeping,
i take back my shoes, look in your mirror.
my mascaras been streaking.
was it the sweat ? no
it couldn't be
the stream of tears,
goes all the way down my cheek,
i take another long drag,
and suddenly realize,
that i'd been thinking of him,
the entire time.
the smell of his skin,
the way his heart beat,
how could i not,
it's only been a few weeks,
i look back at you,
you seem so at peace.
i know i can't bother you.
with the disaster that's me.
YOU ARE READING
Pastels
Poetrypoetry comes and goes and flows this is my journey through life written in a more beautiful way
