i'd love to waste time with you
if only you'd give me just that
t i m e
with so much available
it's slowly consuming our love
waiting for you; drifting slowly away from you;
i watch you, light up your thrifty cigarette
it's dissolving, a representation of our love
but did you know that
smoking
kills us?
YOU ARE READING
the lonely club
Poetrysometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i'm not living
