don't thank me
i didn't favour you
it was my choice
to talk to you
and i'll never regret
the swirling honey of your words
the blinding light of your soul
the gravity of your heart
dark and poisonous
yet so attracting
nicotine fed to me in the name of advil
no;
don't thank me
i didn't favour you
YOU ARE READING
the flavour of air
Poesíai fell into the beauty of the most dangerous weapons; words
