i long for those days
when your arms around me
could erase all the cruelties of the world,
but now your arms seem so powerless
against these thick (buttercolored) walls
just like the butter you used to spread
on your (slightlyburnt) toast
and your mouth would always taste
like coffee and cigarettes,
but i'd let you kiss me goodbye anyway
just to feel those tingles
run through my body (one/last/time)
who knew that one day
the tingly feeling would dissolve
and leave me alone with nothing,
but this bitter taste (coffee flavored cigarettes)
lingering in my mouth.