just a smoke <br />to welcome the sense of anticipated detoriation <br />I want to take in a bit of it <br />then let out my repent <br />of other things, I regret <br />the past tense. <br />he might cry, <br />if affection is around, <br />it is so devastating <br />I do not want to see <br />in advance, <br />I smoke this misery <br />in formulations of tar, nicotine, paper. <br />will not even break out <br />and think <br />that this is his flare <br />no this is mine <br />so I close my eyes if required <br />because I need some kind of a guard <br />to watch for me <br />when I smoke <br />and it is all too evident that <br />I have come to terms <br />with the ends <br />in the future, <br />i will fake trust <br />sneak out when he cries, <br />pretend he is just a man.<br /><br />celine charcoal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smoke-12/
