His hand always embraced a deep brown bottle
He’d decided on suicide in its slowest form
A shot to start a troubled heart,
A shot to keep a cold corpse warm.
He was everything he wished she would’ve hated,
But she loved the way he spelled out c o m p l i c a t e d.
Marlboro coated kisses used to be her favorite kind
So she swallows cancer sticks
And vows to never forget,
Dying to remind herself of a bad habit called love.
She’s the type that hates the taste but,
Adores that way the smoke looks when it snakes its way above.
