So full of you in my veins
Time to get another fix of your nicotine
Puff of smoke, love letters in February
Wishing you were dead so I'd finally wilt with peace
Hearing the moon fall into my ears is annoying
Thankfully you stitch my canals right up
...
Lazy is as the couch will conform
3 cushions, and I all see me
Ghosts of the past, the now, the inevitable
We all sit and suck on your controlling teats
And as you dry up, we whine
Dry you up, and we all wither
...
Chapped lips and numbing safety
My bubble is failing like the king's castle
Downfall brought by a siege, why do you lead it?
Why did you leave me?
Why did you deceive me?
Why didn't you breathe me?
Why didn't you grieve me?
...
And at the end of the day
At the end of the ceremony
As those bells ring and my eyes go gray
I'll make it known you get a postcard
...
Down I fall
No
Down we fall
...
- Author: The 2 A.M Writer ( Offline)
- Published: January 28th, 2017 19:26
- Comment from author about the poem: Be infatuated/ dependent on a lover and when they leave you, you can't cope so you destruct. I'm loving the hopeless love tales
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 27
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