I have cancer,
But I swear I never smoked.
You were always around with your nicotine lips.
I was always around breathing in your warmth from the tip's flames.
I have AIDS,
But I swear I never had intercourse.
You were always around touching my shoulders up to my lips.
I was always reaching around for your fiery love.
I have depression,
But I swear I never felt sad.
You were always around spitting venom from your lips.
I was always around hearing the rage you spoke in flames.
All of these things will kill me one day.
These are all things that take time to kill,
Just like you.
YOU ARE READING
Pathetic Poetry
PoetryHere lies the things that were untold, until now. Please give credit if taken. Pictures come from my own photography or the internet.
