sunflower [ poetry/ proses/ quotes]

➸ smoke

as the smoke flows out of
your cherry lips,
you feel your lungs
turn into ash but
they don't complain
because they know what
your heart is going through
and they are okay
with filling themselves
with drugs instead of
bottled up emotions
because they are way
more hard to carry.
your lungs don't complain
because though
they have to absorb
all the nicotine,
they still don't have
to deal with all the
tumultuous voices
and chaotic thoughts
like your mind.
your lungs don't complain
because they don't have
to hide under your sleeves
like your wrists and
hope that winters
would come sooner
but what they all have
in common is the confusion
about why they are
being punished for something
they didn't do,so for them
you
need
to
stop
finding
the
right
way
to
punish
yourself ♡