Only I knew how deep the wounds are, 

For they can’t me measured, but felt harder, 

Every time I realised I don’t hold a forever in my share; 

I was happy in believing you were unlike others, 

Your soberness always gave me a high. 

Every time I had caffeine stained lips,instead of auburn lipstick  

It reminded me of you. 

The wind flipping blonde streaks off my face  

was a synonym for having you fingers on my cheekbones. 

My mind,so chaotic,saw itself burning in the ashtray, 

That I never moved off my sight, 

For I knew every time I had a jolt of emotions, 

I had to place a burning obnoxious stick in between my lips, 

For its aroma not to reach my lungs,but brain, 

For me to stop feeling the wounds this deep until next time. 

 

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