i. romantic is it to smoke
that's how you do it all day
because it's love that begins with lips and ends in ashes (am i as black as your heart, yashiro?)
one of my punishments is to watch your demons breakfast
(still pleasure to be yours!)
ii. scent of burning takes forever to be washed off
whether it's jealousy, envy, pride or cancer starting kit
iii. i defend your honour and
by lunch hour, im a gonerthe office don't need more rebels
or they just needed a better reason to kick me, as you might have thought
is that sadness i see in those eyes? (don't be)
iv. where would i go without you
v. you've taken me to places i have never been. bars, hotels, galas..
terrace with the ethereal heights and smoking corners with trays non glittering whitesvi. by the time your pack is over, i will be outta your sights
no more toxic colors, no more prattle—i end here, simply cease to exist
vii. stop me