"talking to you makes my stomach feel
funny."

your smile used to do the same for me
before it was (not) genuine
anymore.

too bad your face is covered in smoke
and your eyes are black
from the raw cigarettes
in your lips.

burning through you s(k)in
making your pale face look
different.

almost as much as my feeling(s)
for you.

you (now) look really shady beneath
the shadows of the leaves
and the fallen sky.

but the memories of your love (& smile)
shine brighter in a parking lot
where only black cracked
asphalt can glitter.