my last stick of cigarette
kissed my lips
at 10:15.
i know i wanted more
but my body started to shake
at my 6th one since brunch.
i tried killing these things in my head
but the feedback was louder than they were yesterday.
i fell to the ground and was slightly disappointed.
i get to get another day,
another day to paint red on my lips
stain pink on my cheeks
another day to appear i like sunrises
and sunsets make me wish i disappear with it
into the horizons,
drifting through the waves of the ocean.
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 10:06 AM UTC
my last stick of cigarette
kissed my lips
at 10:15.
i know i wanted more
but my body started to shake
at my 6th one since brunch.
i tried killing these things in my head
but the feedback was louder than they were yesterday.
i fell to the ground and was slightly disappointed.
i get to get another day,
another day to paint red on my lips
stain pink on my cheeks
another day to appear i like sunrises
and sunsets make me wish i disappear with it
into the horizons,
drifting through the waves of the ocean.
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