how can i convince you its me i don't like

spitting bricks

2007-02-10 - 5:30 p.m.

Dirt and grime
caked beneath the nails
of yellowed fingertips
hastily, hurriedly
igniting the flame
fueling the fire
sparking the bowl
Inhalation
Validation
All I ever wanted was that high
Lungs filled with words
swimming in smoke
suffocated
speak
speak
wrapped around my heart
measuring it's beat
testing it's voice
Finding it's mettle
wispy words
heavy smoke
holding them in
until they become concrete
spitting bricks
tying knots
well thought out ways
on how not to think

regrets - hopes

the past

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