Poem #17

Last night we had our last goodbye.

After an endless amount of tries.

Today I struggle with my pen,

As I mourn these severed ties.

My eyes were locked on yours last night,

As I subtly breathed you in,

That musty cedar mixed with smoke,

That always made me spin.

You dared me with that look of yours,

To be the one who goes,

But we both stood rooted to that spot,

Our breathing syncing slow.

We closed the gap between our lips,

For an ill-advised last kiss,

Since we both know we’re a toxic love,

But fuck, that mouth I’ll miss.