Your like a cigarette,
A drug I can't stop.
And when I did,
I was free
But now you keep doing all these things,
And I'm aching to have you back,
Even though I know your poisonous,
My end game,
But I can't go back,
No matter how much I want to.
And is killing me slowly,
Perhaps slower than you were.
-R.Blackwell
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Stretch Marks
PoetryI'm slowly getting better. I write things here because it clears my head. Read it if you wish. Just a bunch of horrible poetry. The gray areas are hard. so i'll write through them "Starry skies and butterflies are all it takes to fall in love" ~R.Bl...
