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 Jan 2015 Tori Gleason
honey
[Ive been smoking a lot
and im starting to doubt
if im breathing you in
or smoking you out]

most nights I miss you
but im no longer sure
if the pain that I feel
can ever be cured

its hard to explain what its like to be numb
but its poisoned my mind
like the smoke in my lungs

now my burdens are heavy
they're breaking my bones
its weighing me down
to know im alone

but this sadness is comfortable
and I know what to do
ill collapse into it
like I collapsed into you

Ill let it consume me
and the thoughts in my head
to try and forget
the words that you said

but no matter hard I try
to wash you away
I see smudges of you
on me everyday

[and now I lay like you once did in my bed-
I lie like you
Im lost in your head]
there is no need
to read this poem
it doesn't have
a lot going on

in no way does it
dive in deep
or keep you on
the edge of your seat

nor lends itself to
a sultry tune
where it speaks of
life's doom and gloom

this poem will not
start a blaze
with anything
it has to say

it's not here
to make you think
you'll forget it all
by the time you leave

this poem you really
need not read
because this poem
doesn't say anything
After the start
Follows the middle
It sneaks and creaks
On old floorboards
Nail scratching
Clawing it's way
Towards the now

— The End —