just ohso poetic, with your
grayscale pictures and smeared mascara.
you like to sit on (his) doorstep and
smoke, (but god you hate the taste) just so
he'll see you. broken/hearted, darling,
with a bottle of scotch beside you on
the stoop. (whisper my best friend cause the
liquor's all he left you with)
you. make. me. sick.