Second Hand Smoke

A Boy With Roses

Weaving through the threads you left
The cold air of night hits my veins 
And I can't save myself from all the ways
You're serpentine like a maze 

Overdosing on melancholia
I used to crave you like nicotine
I used to hate you like cavities
Now I don't even know who I am anymore
I linger like second hand smoke 

Memorising silent syllables you speak
I don't read out loud
I write lists to remember why I resent you now
I see the mountains in the distance, out of reach 
Vertigo, centipede, go fast then go slow
Meet me at the speed of love
You've got everything I want
And I won't apologize this time
I'll water this love  
I'll take care of our love 

Bleeding harmony how I never thought
I'd be in this kind of situation 
Praying I'll be okay, and yeah
I am a fool to your divine thinking
You make a promise and then break it
Bottle up your emotions perfectly
You're like a reflection in a broken mirror
Saying no strings attached
But you know I catch feelings fast
I get whiplash 
Saying respect ain't really a cul-de-sac
Guess you never really learned that 
Every time you learn, I yearn
And every time you leave
I keep coming back to you again. 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 4th, 2024 21:33
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Alan R

    Overdosing on melancholia
    I used to crave you like nicotine
    I used to hate you like cavities
    Now I don't even know who I am anymore
    I linger like second hand smoke



    This is really beautiful



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