You ran your fingers through my hair;
now it's all in knots
Like the feeling in my stomach
when you told me that
You were better off
without me

**m.s.

I'll chase you relentlessly
to the ends of the earth
like the moon chases the sun

Because every now and then,
there is an eclipse
where past lovers meet

And when the sun and moon
finally kiss,
you'll be mine again

**m.s.

Cigarettes are enticing
when they are inhaled between
the lips of a beautiful boy
with a perfectly crooked smile
and mysterious eyes.

But his smile is stained
with traces of nicotine,
and the puzzle in his eyes
is impossible to solve.

And when you kiss him,
you can taste the stale smoke
lingering on his breath;
the stale smoke that has filled his lungs
and left them black and tarred.

He says they’re nice
when you’re feeling numb.

So you take a drag
in hopes of filling your lungs;
filling your emptiness.
But it leaves you black and tarred
all the same.

**m.s.