theworldsasleep said: Im in love with your circa tattoo omg
:) thank you so much!
I smoke to give my hands something to do
other than write love poems about you.
Earlier today, someone told me that
I lift the cigarette to my mouth as if
I was kissing it, I didn’t tell them
that I do it in place of kissing you.
I smoke to fill my mouth and lungs
with something other than the phrase,
"I love you" and all the reasons why,
because if I didn’t your voicemail
would be full on a 24 hour basis.
I can’t seem to fit every last thing
that I find magical about you
into any of this poetry, but I keep
trying anyway, just like I keep smoking,
'cause, you know me, baby, I have never been
a quitter, unless we are talking about
gymnastics or ballet or the acoustic guitar,
but you aren’t gymnastics or ballet,
and you don’t sound anything like a guitar.
You sound more like the stalling of a
car engine in the middle of the train tracks,
and our future is the train that keeps on coming
with headlights that blind you as you try to run,
but we both know, you aren’t really fast enough
to get out of this, but did you also know that I’d
collect the pieces of you from the side of the road
and reassemble them until you were better than new?
I bet you didn’t, but I guess you do now, but I don’t
suppose that’ll mean anything to your heart
that has been running on empty for far too long,
and I guess I should tell you that I’m sorry
for cutting your brakes, and sorry that I screwed
with the locks so you could never get out.
*shows up at ur door 10 years after we had an argument* aND ANOTHER THING