/ A collection of poems/
They have lit me up like cigarettes,
their words like fire,
burning be down to ashes.
From ashes to dust,
they have burnt me alive,
turned me to a toxic waste.
-a.d.
The Devil's Love-Ridden Abuse II POETRY Second Edition
71 parte Kumpleto Mature
71 parte
Kumpleto
Mature
Ash stains on my jeans
you're still on my mind
cherry on my skin
you're still there
pain doesn't block you out
freezing hands
shaking body
withdrawals from your warmth
butt burning my fingertips
burning my lips
dying to feel you again
strike the lighter
repeatedly as it goes out
had it in my head that'd be us
inhale the poison
your scent
it's toxic yet everywhere
hold it in
least I did that part right
never took a moment of you for granted
exhale the best
as the smoke leaves
I realise you did too
like it's the first time all over again
close my dreary eyes
and repeat it all over again
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