I grasp at your
Hands
are pushing me
Away
into my black cloak I
Hide
and play seek with your cigarette
Smoke
seeping through my every
Crevice
which I thought I had so well
Hidden
behind these cold
Walls
with no
Endings
are meant to
Be
together, forever until we dry
Up
like the vines growing in my
Mind
your own business

That's what you meant.