the cigars i smoke,
brim my lungs and scorch my throat.
but i like the feeling.
they remind me of the day you left me
and how that tasted like
destruction.
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School Notebook // (my poetry)
PoetryInstead of listening in class or taking notes, I like to write my own short stories, poems, and "poetic" stories. This "book" in some way, is my little diary for everyone to see.
i miss you. {1}
the cigars i smoke,
brim my lungs and scorch my throat.
but i like the feeling.
they remind me of the day you left me
and how that tasted like
destruction.
