Last night, the cigarette burned like my soul
Slowly and in vain.
That slow burn that used to give peace- it’s killing me now.
The made-up love that once was peace- is now the torment my heart can no longer take.
Half-breaths and half-alive but never half in love. Never the person with one foot out the door- when in love.
Burning. I’m burning in vain and killing myself- slowly.
Do they see me burn? Do they see me burn? Do they?
Do you?
Do you see my agony?
An ivy wrapping my throat- choking me to death. Much like your love.
Or are you blind to my greys still?
Should I’ve been more obvious with my love? Or did I stifle you with my intensity?
Is that too many questions?
My mind keeps going down the spiral- do you see me ruin myself in the hopes of your love?