Slowly Tipping

I’m slowly tippingMy mind is trippingI don’t drink & I feel like drinkingTired of flipping outI’m tired & there is no doubtHow could I have allowedMyself to falloutTo you it’s all about cloutTo me it’s about protectionHow can you not see the connection?Your actions are a reflection of what is insideBut why must I pay?Do... Continue Reading →

Your Smoke

I don't smoke But yet I inhaled your smoke. I am surviving off toxic air but I like it. Forgive me if I'm obsessed But it clearly is addicting. I don't want to exhale anytime soon. Even if it kills me- I'll keep holding my breath. Holding on to... the last air from you.

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