Chain Smoking

It wasn’t ever personal,
until you were the only person I could think of,
unintentional,
so impractical,
I began speaking in clichés and dreamy drooling.
My eyes carved out,
spinning wildly on the staff room table,
as I placed marble hearts,
where they used to reside.

I had a lovely time,
watching you chain smoke,
to forget your overbearing mother,
and your darling dipsomania,
smoke snaking around your angel eyes,
so sad,
but so sexy
to this one track girl,
who knows you’re hurting,
but only knows one way,
to make it better.

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Let me kiss you better,
singing I’ll Only Miss Her When I Think Of Her,
leaning out the window,
just to choke on air,
because I forget to breathe,
when we are close.

The day runs down my throat,
and I am still,
marble heart eyes closed,
on the window sill,
and suddenly,
your arms close around my waist,
damn you, innocently nuzzling into my neck,
and I am so,
so,
so breathless.


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