I've never visited New York, but when I'm with you, I experience the city that never sleeps vividly. All the little things, every habit they have, become what keeps you awake at night. maybe when the smoke clears, you'll see me. So I'll smoke another cigarette, and empty another bottle. how are you healing
Last night and a man and all the kisses Second part to rickety benc the first paragraph to something I wrote forever ago, enjoy xo telling the story of a boy, his tent and smoking cigarettes while drowning in the summers heat. "You smell like coffee and cigarettes" Just a poem about a memory I hate that I’m thinking about you another love poem, taking everything you can until you can’t, even when it’s bad for you on my nineteenth birthday i did molly Smoking while having sex, was our thing. you know what one of the things i love most about this man is? he’s seen my thighs. he’s seen all the scars, all the marks, and he still holds me. he’s heard my stories about my past, and he still kis...