I always thought it would be the cigarettes that killed me. But then you kissed me, and I decided to breathe you in. All of your love rushed down my throat; filling my lungs with the taste of newports and aristocrat. It filled them with the warm sensation of something that should have never been. You were suffocating me. I never thought that it was normal for someone to make you forget how to breathe. But i couldn’t find an urge to want to. The night you left I drank enough of your favorite vodka that it tasted like your love. The corners’ of my smile were held up by dependancies’ fingertips. You have no heart, and I once had the mind to give you my own. However, it would be of no use now; as it is already blackened and failing from the bad habits that have formed to keep the taste that I breathed in from your kiss. when I found that the bottle was empty, I found that I was empty as well.
(2014)