You're the salt in my wound
You're the smoke out my lips
You're the blood out my veins
You're the bottle in my bins
You're the devil in my head
You're the struggle in my smile
You're the bags under my eyes
You're the source of my denial
You're the mess inside my brain
You're the whisper in my ear
You're the figment of my imagination
Now you're no longer here
YOU ARE READING
Adoxography
Poetry❝ Adoxography ❞ (n.) beautiful writing on a subject of little or no importance pronuciation| \a-doks-'o-graf-E/
