Friday, December 16, 2016

self control

the hardest
part of
letting someone
you love
go is
making yourself
stay away

Sunday, December 11, 2016

incense

like a smoldering
cigarette butt
tossed to the ground

there is nothing
left of me
for you

but oh those fleeting
seconds of being
pressed on your lips

i hope your
lungs still burn
with my scent