Breathe me in like your last cigarette,
because you swear you're going to quit,
as the smoke swirls past your head
and heads east.
Drain my cup like the last coffee
you pour yourself, even though it's 11 pm
and you really should go to bed soon
because you never sleep enough.
Color between my lines like you tried
to show your little sister, when she stole
your colored pencils and scribbled
all through your sketchbook.
Give me the kind of attention you give
sunset on the beach,
because someting about it makes time stop
and brings you peace.
Love me,
even though the only time you ever thought
love just might be more than a façade or a con
left you detached and empty.
Love me,
because I promise
I'm already trying
to love you.
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