"whadyha" poems
stop stealing all the oxygen from my lungs-
stop occupying all the space in my brain.
the worst part- i'm just a silhouette in your eyes - another face in the crowd.
i wish i could slap a nicotine patch on my neck and end the torment
i wish i knew how to quit you
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC