Don't text me on my birthday,
I've buried your words in the ashtray,
Like a candle being blown out,
It won't erase the silent drought.
Was I drunk on your attention,
Or just thirsty for affection?
I was your smoke break,
Burned slow so you wouldn't choke.
I've learnt to pull away,
It's the price we pay,
Before the flame licks my skin,
Before the ribs turn thin.
Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 4:27 PM UTC
Don't text me on my birthday,
I've buried your words in the ashtray,
Like a candle being blown out,
It won't erase the silent drought.
Was I drunk on your attention,
Or just thirsty for affection?
I was your smoke break,
Burned slow so you wouldn't choke.
I've learnt to pull away,
It's the price we pay,
Before the flame licks my skin,
Before the ribs turn thin.
26/10/25
Just few more days...