You,
are so ******* beautiful
it keeps me awake at night
when i cant sleep
I dwell on things, cycles
I need cigarettes because they smell like my uncle
and remind me of my grandfather
I need you for desperation, need some shape of you to write
nicotine helps me clear my head to write
smoking **** helps open my mind
and for **** sure nothing makes me smoke more of anything than a woman
cycles
do they lead anywhere
or ever intersect,
or are they just circles
of self loathing and death