newports
in the books and movies the boys always smell like cologne and gum, but you always smelled like cigarettes
you tasted like menthol and metallic every time we kissed, though i could never see the blood on your lips. sometimes i thought i was only imagining it
the black paint on your fingernails were supposed to keep you from biting your nails, but the only person who stopped their habits was me
as soon as you were taken away in handcuffs, i bought my first pack of newports
i bit off all my nails until they bled and i smoked two packs of cigarettes in one day
i figured that picking up a part of you would make me feel okay being without you
i don't feel better. i just cant breath.
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poems about him
Poetrythis is a book of poems i've written about this boy i happen(ed) to be in love with. [lowercase intended]
