Reaching out to you
Is so much like lighting a stale cigarette
Always disappointing
YOU ARE READING
With Shaking Hands
PoetryWith shaking hands is a collection of poetry I've created over the span of three years, here you'll find poems about, love, loss, growth, recovery. May you find a safe space here, may you find peace here.
You still smoke it to the filter anyways
Reaching out to you
Is so much like lighting a stale cigarette
Always disappointing
