i could smell the burning cigarette on your unbrushed teeth.
he could walk around this polluted planet without a care,
you could say i was envious.
the one who brought me into this mess of a couple.
i could always hear the ringing of each voice uttering a cry to one another,
it was just over pots and pans last night.
what had brought the two polar souls together,
was it me?
i couldn't stand the thought of it being my fault.
years wasted.
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Poetrythere's nothing keeping you from the realness of the ever declining world, there is no good or bad. you just exist. (poetry collection) this is just a rant poetry book about my struggles. thanks for everyone that is reading it. it's comical that i'm...
