The Accusation In Answers

we are worn glass; lungs shorn to a staple of grammatical haste that worsens when inhaled by smoke. He tells me: believe in ghosts, and always let pride supersede you. but I don't have much faith to those that only tell me that time is ticking right underneath rib bones and cigarettes. There's no lines to read between, and I lied when I said it was fine, and okay. He says: you're a cheater. And I simply say, tell me you weren't asking for it.