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His breath reeks of the cigarettes
He'd rather kiss than me
When he leaves it is like a cloud of smoke
Brushing against my cheek
He has to get high
To not feel so low
But it is hard to look in his green eyes
As someone I do not know
Falling in love with a smoker
Is far from a beautiful thing
So do not tell me it is not a big deal
When I have to kiss a chimney

-Succesfully Broken
For Garrett Hedley
  Jan 2015 Succesfully Broken
Cate
I called you at 2am
because i missed the way
your voice crackled
in the static
even at an unreachable distance.
I lay here,
eyes shut.
imagining countless scenarios
of how I might see you again.
however,
you look so much better in my mind.
and online.


c.m.
8-19-14
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