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A pack of cigarettes in hand Smokes burned one by one Smudges stain top of nightstand Blinds shut to block the glaring sun Holes worn through T-shirt High-tops laced tight Welcome mat encrusted in dirt Dimly-lit room depressing sight You are expert deceiver Exactly like father So long I've been a believer Start wondering why I bother Trying to tame restless feet Directions walked previously unknown Pressured to presume defeat Surrender and let roam I complain about insights I uncover Problems too heavy to hold Compulsive liar yet my lover Think your excuses are growing old Quick to clamber to conclusions Can admit that much is true You fill our house with illusions A haze so thick I can't view through You're straying from path I'm on Desperate to save our love from getting sick Play games with my head and string me along Enjoying the agony you inflict Your soul beautiful yet wild Voice is music to my ears Have done anything for you to smile Guess now that means my presence disappears Never next to you was I able to see straight Adoration rendered me blind Now I'm alone my vision returns too late Answers revealed I was too afraid to find Five in the morning Can't sleep Tormented memories Stories told in time until I lose track Moments perfectly carved in mind pester and tease I yearn for the universe I'll never get back
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Aug 5, 2024
Aug 5, 2024 at 12:33 AM UTC
AmandaKayBurke
Marlboros
A pack of cigarettes in hand Smokes burned one by one Smudges stain top of nightstand Blinds shut to block the glaring sun Holes worn through T-shirt High-tops laced tight Welcome mat encrusted in dirt Dimly-lit room depressing sight You are expert deceiver Exactly like father So long I've been a believer Start wondering why I bother Trying to tame restless feet Directions walked previously unknown Pressured to presume defeat Surrender and let roam I complain about insights I uncover Problems too heavy to hold Compulsive liar yet my lover Think your excuses are growing old Quick to clamber to conclusions Can admit that much is true You fill our house with illusions A haze so thick I can't view through You're straying from path I'm on Desperate to save our love from getting sick Play games with my head and string me along Enjoying the agony you inflict Your soul beautiful yet wild Voice is music to my ears Have done anything for you to smile Guess now that means my presence disappears Never next to you was I able to see straight Adoration rendered me blind Now I'm alone my vision returns too late Answers revealed I was too afraid to find Five in the morning Can't sleep Tormented memories Stories told in time until I lose track Moments perfectly carved in mind pester and tease I yearn for the universe I'll never get back
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"what do you think I should do?" you looked in between your fingers and said to me don’t be her cigarette don’t let her light you up when there’s nothing to do and put you out once she’s bored. don’t be the aftertaste of chemicals in her mouth. don’t be the black **** she spits onto the sidewalk. don’t be convenient. don’t be one of twenty in a pack of Marlboros. so I left her. you always knew what to say. I never would have guessed that two months later I would call you crying to say goodbye hoping you would at least make a half assed attempt to care with my phone in my left hand and a handful of pills overflowing in my shaking right, I never could have guessed you would’ve answered with a complaint about how I woke you up. I landed in the E.R. like a skydiver lands in the ocean— fumbling to unbuckle yourself from the parachute sinking heavy in the salt water being dragged down by the very fabric that was supposed to save me trying to claw your way back up to the surface like desperately clawing at the ceiling of your coffin like lungs about to burst like vision blurred I was drowning the thing that was supposed to save me sunk me. I sat under the florescent lights that first night wondering if you had called back knowing you hadn’t the whole week I picked at the white bracelet on my wrist “female, 5’6”, 115 pounds, INPATIENT.” While wondering if you cared but knowing you don’t But hoping you did because it’s hard to hear for months the “I’m not going anywhere I love you I’m right here Call whenever you need it at 3 in the morning or at 3 pm you don’t need a reason to call if you want to call just to hear my voice call. we have something special and I hope we never loose it you’re my best friend I was meant to have met you”— ******** You were my parachute. The message I had from you when I got discharged from the psych ward was: “I have a lot going on and won’t be able to reply much.” You always know what to say. You pulled me under you, heavy fabric you, life-saving-invention you, malfunctioned son of a ***** you—chain-smoker. I have been one of twenty in her pack of Marlboros. And now I’m one of twelve in your pack of Camels. I've since quit smoking.
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
grace-anne-kennard
since quit
"what do you think I should do?" you looked in between your fingers and said to me don’t be her cigarette don’t let her light you up when there’s nothing to do and put you out once she’s bored. don’t be the aftertaste of chemicals in her mouth. don’t be the black **** she spits onto the sidewalk. don’t be convenient. don’t be one of twenty in a pack of Marlboros. so I left her. you always knew what to say. I never would have guessed that two months later I would call you crying to say goodbye hoping you would at least make a half assed attempt to care with my phone in my left hand and a handful of pills overflowing in my shaking right, I never could have guessed you would’ve answered with a complaint about how I woke you up. I landed in the E.R. like a skydiver lands in the ocean— fumbling to unbuckle yourself from the parachute sinking heavy in the salt water being dragged down by the very fabric that was supposed to save me trying to claw your way back up to the surface like desperately clawing at the ceiling of your coffin like lungs about to burst like vision blurred I was drowning the thing that was supposed to save me sunk me. I sat under the florescent lights that first night wondering if you had called back knowing you hadn’t the whole week I picked at the white bracelet on my wrist “female, 5’6”, 115 pounds, INPATIENT.” While wondering if you cared but knowing you don’t But hoping you did because it’s hard to hear for months the “I’m not going anywhere I love you I’m right here Call whenever you need it at 3 in the morning or at 3 pm you don’t need a reason to call if you want to call just to hear my voice call. we have something special and I hope we never loose it you’re my best friend I was meant to have met you”— ******** You were my parachute. The message I had from you when I got discharged from the psych ward was: “I have a lot going on and won’t be able to reply much.” You always know what to say. You pulled me under you, heavy fabric you, life-saving-invention you, malfunctioned son of a ***** you—chain-smoker. I have been one of twenty in her pack of Marlboros. And now I’m one of twelve in your pack of Camels. I've since quit smoking.
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