I started smoking cigarettes again Something about having another thing burning between my fingers Besides your hands Makes me dismiss the feeling that lingers when I think of you Since I can’t have your taste in my mouth Menthol will have to do I am addicted Isn't this sounding familar? You **** me inside starting with my lungs Like the small nicotine sticks do with every inhale I would much rather your slender fingers in my hand But for $10 a pack they last around a lot longer than you do No matter how much you rot me from the inside out A piece of me will always be yours Always
Drunk and smoking a cigarette last night thinking of you.
I DON'T CARE IF IT'S GONNA **** ME I DON'T CARE I DON'T CARE I DON'T CARE MAYBE THAT'S WHAT I WANT YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT SO STOP PRETENDING TO KNOW WHO I AM I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM
write write when no one is around write when you know no one will read it write for you and only you the rawest, purest writing is found in old journals notebooks scrawlings on napkins and shards of paper write when you you've had your first kiss or what felt like your first kiss even if it was the hundredth write when you're falling apart let your pen fly across the paper and let your emotions bleed out because when you are done and tired and numb you'll have a piece of art write just to ******* write