May 2014
You romanticized things that hurt.
Cancer, suicide, complete and total wanderlust.
Like running away was the easy way out for both of us.
Black lungs and red veins are what turned you on.
Pixie cuts and short tempers.
Lost lovers who know the unloving.
I smoked with my lungs, but I never once let it leave my teeth.
Now, smoking is the closest thing I can get to killing myself.
Cancer, suicide, complete and total wanderlust.
Like running away was the easy way out for both of us.
Black lungs and red veins are what turned you on.
Pixie cuts and short tempers.
Lost lovers who know the unloving.
I smoked with my lungs, but I never once let it leave my teeth.
Now, smoking is the closest thing I can get to killing myself.
I wrote this a while ago, thinking about a past lover. Some time in March, or April. It isn't my best work, but it was good at the time.
