The curvature of my fleeting thoughts
Have reached an unexpected capacity
To further torture my already tortured soul.
The distance between time and space is
A vague line unconcerned with
The confusing corrosion laying it's
Framework down in my mind.
The agonizing moments when one
Drifts away into a hollow truth of
Knowing that you will never be able to escape.

                                                      ...sm (11.23.14)

i wish i was a cigarette
you had someone else buy for you at 7 eleven
i wish i was what you wanted to fill your lungs with
i wish i was more important to you than oxygen
even if just for a moment
i wish i was the one you'd turn to when you felt alone
and i was what ran through your veins when you were alone in the dark
i wish i was as lethal as nicotine, wish you were addicted to me
i wish i was the last *** in the carton,
the one you kept tucked deep in your pocket
because you loved it so much,
didn't wanna burn it up and turn me to ashes
you just kept me close to you
and twirled me between your fingers when you got fidgety
i wish you'd ignite me and watch me burn
if it meant your happiness
but you just ******* out and a way
like smoke into the night

one of my problems is that i am in love with falling in love.
my friends will tell you that.
and they will sigh because they are always the ones who hear me howl.