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
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