"shut up, Jacob"
you would hiss in a whisper
whenever attempted to sneak you out
every time you'd utter those few words,
I'd kiss your cheek,
linger my lips until I felt a smile
and, keep quiet
in those moments,
I knew life was good
I thought it'd always be good
oh, how I was wrong
YOU ARE READING
Up In Smoke
Poetry" she was nicotine, and I was addicted " *lower-case intentional*
