the way you talk
the way you walk
the way my heart
skips a beat
every **** time
you get too close.
don’t get too close.
you are the dream I never
wanna wake up from,
the wildfire in my dried out veins,
the reason
why I bite my lips crimson.
you are my air
and it feels like breathing fire.

i watched you slipped away
slowly taken away by time
the morning
you died in my arms
i didn’t know i could die
a million times

i breathed you in
and filled my lungs
with every ash of you
inhaling every smoke of you
they say i’ll get sick
they say i’ll die
of too much cigarettes
but they didn’t know
i’ll die if i breathed you out





—you, my cigarette

You were
the most
colorful

but your
flavour
was short
lived

"unwraps another"