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Cigarettes -An Odd Villanelle-
I was addicted to the taste of cigarette smoke and lies, and the way your eyes matched the pattern of the stars at midnight. But I was to drugged by your words to remember that poisonous beasts have the most colorful eyes. They told me it wasn't love, but when I thought I was alone, you muffled my drunken cries. It wasn't love but I still wrote you a book, pages telling how you set me on fire without a light, but you took it and tore out the pages and off my clothes, kissing my skin with razor sharp lies. You told me that I was the kind of song you wanted to memorize, a song where the drum synced with the beat of your heart just right. You told me I was pretty enough to be a picture, but the flash of the camera always hurt my eyes. He swore that he would turn my blood into alcohol and my reflection into someone I didn't recognize, I wanted out of my skin so bad, I didn't scream when he ripped it apart, to numb to even fight. Then he took a paint brush to my body, painting me into a masterpiece, singing me sweet lies. I fell in love with a boy that threw me off a cliff, screaming 'Lets see if she flies'. And I fell willingly, while shooting his love into my veins, his drugs that faded my world to white.
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