There is something
about your
fleeting fingertips
and the way
your mouth curls
resembling
how i
curl myself around
you
and your hands that
Are full
of doubt and
apathetically
bloody dreams
There's something
about the way
Your smile
makes me feel
And the
way you hold
your cigarettes
to your lips
that reminds me
of how
you
sometimes
hold
me.