Fourteen Is Too Young To Fall In Love (And I Suppose It's Too Young To Get Lung Cancer, Too).
by @dippyeggs
You romanticized things that hurt.
Cancer, suicide, complete and total wanderlust.
Like running away was the easy way out for both of us.
Black lungs and red veins are what turned you on.
Pixie cuts and short tempers.
Lost lovers who know the unloving.
I smoked with my lungs, but I never once let it leave my teeth.
Now, smoking is the closest thing I can get to killing myself.