Original Writing

XVI VII

It’s haunting, the idea that someone who can bring so much happiness into your life, they can just as easily walk out of it without so much as a second thought, or a second look back.

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Poetry

23:12

You told me you were leaving
because I smoke cigarettes
I stopped smoking in fear
of losing you forever
I went by your place to tell
you that I broke my bad habit
I saw you pressing your lips
against somYeone new
my walk home was lonely and
the only thing pressed to my
lips was a cigarette
I guess it’s time to quit
my bad habit.
You.

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