i miss the smell of cigarette smoke on your clothes
miss the shy smiles you always tried to hide from me
miss the hand i never had the courage to hold
and the knee i put my head in whenever it was shaking
now the ghost of you is gone
and all that i am left with are demons
over eight feet tall
hovering over me
taking up my room like it has their names written on the walls
but we both know now that's impossible, 'cause i wrote my name all over those walls
with all the colors you showed me
said to you i was a cry baby
and you told me "DON'T CRY, BABY."
YOU ARE READING
Raspberry Breath
PoetryA collection of poems I've written in the last few months, which brutally took my breath away. I was dying. I was dying until you breathed the life back into me and it tasted like raspberries.
