Love me (not)

There he sat, uniform, fixed like a tree
Breathing his new beliefs, through smoke, onto me 

Grey whispers swallowed us whole, and held us close 

Like sad cold spirits trapped in the stomach of a ghost

Heavens bedroom? I looked around… 

We’ll never make it there.

We looked down and watched our spirits plant flowers, with every petal teared. 

R.M

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