Schooling with Cigarettes 

I try to keep out;
Keep myself out of your head
I need my cigarettes –
I sit here,sick and hurt.
Everything is soon to change.
Yet I sleep on the floor
Feeling close to trash
Weeping and wallowing!
My love is oblivious…
I have to let him be.

Years of friendship…
Years of otherworldly pains…
My love for him is not the same…
Nights pass by streamlessly
And I am changing slowly.
Then the unexpected
Takes me back into insecurity…
Give me back who I am!
I am tired and I am toast –
Indecisiveness upsets me most.

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