Bleeding Smoke.

A sprawling blanket of mist

disguising my disfigured

life, or what is left of it,

I could never be someone

who bears their soul to the world.

There is a hole in my heart

that you left there, I'm bleeding-

your lies made of blank paper

rumour has it, you're burning.

My outbursts of salty tears

put out the fire you seem-

to always start in my head,

I am unwritten like thoughts

scattered as leaves in the air.

I need to get through the night

without hearing the rain pour

relentlessly, because you

are the fearless fever that

kills me from the inside out.

If only I could still breathe-

you're trying to smoke my heart

out from behind my shadow.