stupid poetry

•6•

my mind seems more cloudy
than my lungs feel lately

the thick smoke encapsulates my being
getting higher than i was previously
from the moment i wake
to falling asleep

it's the only way i can forget you
the way your hands danced along my skin
the warmth of your hugs
the smell of your cologne

my mind becomes fuzzy
tears roll down my cheeks at a steady pace
my heart racing quicker each moment
and it's over

sober me could get over you
a million times a day
but
not sober me?
i'll never be over you.

so from here on
the smoke won't be my escape anymore
it never helped with you.
it made me miss you more.

and i'm not sure
if i'll ever stop.