i hate the fact that your perfume lingers on my hands,
once on your neck, to pull you into a kiss.
i torched the memories i have,
it hurts my heart to much to remember.
i love whole heartedly with my half hearted ratty organ
that i piece together every morning to attempt to live with.
my lungs are filled with the smoke of thousands of cigarettes i suck down to fog up my eyes that search for your face,
hopelessly, knowing its miles away.
and yet its only 6am.