My love for you
Cannot be contained
By ten words

Sad eyes wink in the dark,
Frozen hair masking his face
The lines of grey,
Around his chin to the temples,
Telling stories of his past,
Silently folding on a moldy cardboard
With a running nose
bleeding on the street

My cigar awakes my sanity ...
I take a puff and I start to see,
I begin to think ,
I start to smile alone,
I regain my subconscious being .

The irony of talking to people not with me start,
I write to the dead,
They almost immediately reply,
And I begin  to own what I lack,
This makes me feel so good.

When my packet is left with two,
I begin to stress,
I see a hard time,
I regret my inabilities,
I call for more,just because i cannot live without.
I am addicted to cigarettes.

The presence of your bruises
Left lovingly on my skin
So sweet, **** and surreptitious

The tears in my eyes
I make no attempt to hide
As mascara streams,
Caressing my rosey cheeks.

I love how you make love to me
when all is stripped down bare
I love how you still love me
when I'm in the depths  of sheer despair

I still wear your T-shirt to bed.
I know I shouldn’t but i do.
I should wear my own pyjamas instead
But they just don’t feel like you