January 9, 2009 chawiteemiserableesThe smoke from the cigarette was too thick to inhale. So I gagged on the Love You that turned the air stale. The rain drops were throbbing, making me shake. A feeling so overwhelming.. I was just a big mistake.
Contemplated sticking my hand in the toaster.. just to feel that wonderful burn.. I guess some things just can’t be taught.. And I was never the type that was willing to learn. You called me an angel but, bitch instead.. Angels can fly and they spread joy. I can’t do either.. but I never told.. I wanted to be your angel, the one you would hold.
Scratches on my arm, so dramatic against my skin. The bottle of Vodka is empty, guess I win again. Cigarette ashes and our final good-bye. Most people smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.
VIEW HER FRIENDSTER : CHARITY CINCHES


No comments:
Post a Comment