I always told you
how much I hated
the way you tasted
after a cigarette,
the lingering smell
of menthol on your breath,
but ever since you left
I find myself buying them
as if the nicotine
could bring you back to me
YOU ARE READING
liberosis
PoetryA journey I made through heartbreak. When I felt everything entirely too much. When all I wanted was to let go and hold on. To drown and to swim all at once. This is my story of learning to soak in liberosis. Enjoy. xx
