it may not be
that you are addicted
but maybe that only cigarettes
can make you feel the kind of buzz
that you felt back in the summer
and it may not be
that you have become accustomed
to the unwashed sheets
that lay on your still frame
each night
but that the slight smell
of his cologne
still dances in the seams
and it may not be
that you wake up each morning
not because of the sun
seeping into your eyes
but because you keep telling yourself
that today will be the day
and darling,
it is not
that you aren't beautiful anymore
but just that you cannot see your
reflection
behind the backside of tears
that nobody know when
will stop falling
                                 {hko}