i loved to
d r a g
on my cigarette,
the way you
d r a g g e d
out your syllables.
and i loved to
i n h a l e
your promises
like you
i n h a l e d
my perfume,
so close to me that
our ribcages melded.
i want you to love me,
but i know that this might
just be me
e xhal ing him.
and you might be
a f r a i d
to i n h a l e
her any longer.
but i will keep holding on
even if my fingers burn
on the embers.
and even if my lungs collapse
from loving you too much.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
i loved to
d r a g
on my cigarette,
the way you
d r a g g e d
out your syllables.
and i loved to
i n h a l e
your promises
like you
i n h a l e d
my perfume,
so close to me that
our ribcages melded.
i want you to love me,
but i know that this might
just be me
e xhal ing him.
and you might be
a f r a i d
to i n h a l e
her any longer.
but i will keep holding on
even if my fingers burn
on the embers.
and even if my lungs collapse
from loving you too much.
and does it feel good to breathe me in?
it's a metaphor
