romances with cigarette boys
enchanting, they play like toys
i, i become blind to the noise
but
my heart left caged- just a bunch of alloys
she didn't ask for this
respiration of solitude
echoes of thoughts
spiral- ****
everything yearns for him
an addiction, a habit, a content dervish
he's my sad life
please. pass my heart a knife
spare me sick sympathies
he wants her, not she
i wither
the words of Lady Lazarus strong but bitter
I rise with my brittle hair
and
I eat men like air.
pained to write