Even though
It's not there
You're not here-
The ghostly smell
Of cigarettes
Fills my nose
Choking on the memories
That fill me with comfort
And fear
I can't help how I feel
Even if my intentions are bad
It's better
Then sitting
on my bedroom floor
For 7 hours straight
Everyday
Filling a notebook with numbers
YOU ARE READING
Shit poems, by a shit person
Poetry~~~~~ Some of these poems are old, some are new. Trigger warning for some of them. ~~~~ Poems labeled with "x, xx, "etc. is just because I have no idea what to name them. Deal with it. ~~~~~ I use this to cope/ express how I'm feeling and stuff
