I want to taste the sun on your skin
And I want to feel the spark of passion light a million cigarettes between our lips
There was nothing soft about the way you held me
You squeezed me so tight my bones crumbled into the sea
I wanted to believe we fit together like pieces of a puzzle
But I was the corner and you were all the parts of the sky
You are more beautiful than the milky way
And more terrifying than the Pompeii
Your eyes to me were bluer than the sea
Deeper than the sea
More mysterious than the sea
Your eyes of water started a fire within me
A fire within me so hot it boiled the sorrow in my lungs
And charred the tips of my ribs
I’m burning alive in my own skin
Please don’t leave my fire burning
Put me out please I beg you
Please I can’t scream any louder!
Please help move your hands from my throat
Please my ears won’t stop ringing
Suffocate the passion that chokes my soul
I would rather be empty than burned to the bone
Please the fire is consuming me
You should have never started this fire within me
If you had no intention to manage it
I hope you are happy
There is nothing left for anyone to love
Not unless they like the smell of burning trust
And that old taste of cigarettes on my mouth
You were the sea
You were that ****** sea
That started the fire within me

I do not want to be 18 anymore,
Because all I do is buy cigarettes.
& when I smoke them I think of you.

I do not want to smoke Mary-Jane.
Because when I'm high,
I still only think of you.

I do not want to get drunk anymore,
Because I'm tired of hearing my friends say "She's gone,"
Every time I ask to speak to you.

I do not want to stay awake all night,
And leave cuts on my wrists,
"I'm sorry," I'd say, "I was just thinking of her."

I never asked for this,
I try not to think about you,
So all I can tell myself is, "You left her."

this body aches
from my mother's house
from the lack of nutrition
from the fresh burns
but i promised I'd stop
but I promised
but you aren't here to stop me.
I'll smoke as much **** as I need to.
and fantasize about the intelligent, soft-spoken
well-worded
perfect everything
he likes my poetry, and says it reminds
him
of Simon Armitage

Stop describing your terrible ****** encounters
I know you've had other women since I ended things with you
You're acting like you don't have magazines stashed under your bed
What, when I was with you your hand was your secret lover
And now it's not enough?

I'm so cold. I just want the affirmation of another soul's proximity
Is anyone out there?
The spinning feeling increases its tempo
The awful silence crescendos
Bring me back, bring me back
I miss the Saturday night I spent on mushrooms.
Everything was alright in the world
Anonymous carefree the world was ablaze
I convinced myself I was a fire spirit and you were a deer
I'm not addicted: I only tried it once.


All I want is a cigarette and to go back to sleep.
The world will turn without me
Your heart will be cold either way
Why and I vying for your attentions?
I tell myself I'm too antisocial
Until I have asked every single last one of my faceless friends to come get me
I guess it's alright to take some time for yourself
Is this a manifestation of grief or depression?
Is anyone out there?
I prefer the company of strangers to those who I've already become disillusioned with
Will anyone feel my gentle tugging and lend me a hand?
Just a coffee
Just a smoke
Just a walk through the warming days
Spring cleaning
I've successfully ignored your texts for long enough
I think I'll sleep with you
Not because I think that's all I'm good for.

Is it really "being used" if you're aware of it?
Am I not using you as well?
I can't decide if this will turn out well.



To you: Help.