Smoke and honey

you trace my constellations you put stars in my eyes you whisper sweet nothings which ended up being my demise the sweet taste of honey you leave on my tongue numbs the pain of the nicotine in my burning lungs you say the lace of my garments traces my bones but all i see is a girl way out of tone it’s not the falling that scares me it’s the outcome i fear will you get better or will you grow worse throughout the years