Tissue paper cigarettes
Rolled by black nails on the desk
Filled by butts from God-knows-where
Torn and reborn with great care
To behold such broken men
To then see myself in them
To love and laugh and learn and cry
To sit and wish the hours by
Sit sideline to insanity and the ramblings of the mad
No stranger to sitting vigil over broken hearts
Just never hearts broken this bad