Broken crayons still write but broken dreams remain shattered.

A kiss dissected,
A gentle worship of your mouth,
That warm place my lips called home

Busted lips.
           Frazzled spirits.
                          Hollow eyes.
Promises full of lies.

Let these words
Slip of my tongue
And hang in the air
Like smoke
Let them
Become something you crave
More than the nicotine
That poisons your body
Make them your addictions
That thing you need at two in the morning
The thing you can't stop thinking about
Let these words off my tongue
Hanging in the air
Breath them in
Let them take over your body
Get your high
Off my words
Let my tongue be your addiction

Some people want
nothing to do with you
until your success
becomes something
that they **envy