cigarettes & kisses

october winds,

rich with cigarettes and your lips.

vicious kisses.

suspicious glistens,

when i catch your eye.

other lovers we’re tied to,

you and i.

explicitly submissive,

you admitted to the sky.

missing puzzle pieces

-these lost emotions i seem to find.

i like the way you listen,

when i lie.

pissed with the midst we sit in.

fountains be the thrift for cent'd wishes;

there we lie, adrift.

the sins of coexistent narcissists.

painful secrets,

we keep out the day.

these stains persist..

so we drain our interests,

with a little bit of hate.