Going cold turkey with nicotine is more comfortable than abandoning your scent. You are on the streets, where I cross with closed eyes and with a heavy heart. Because I did not know that the drug would be your blood that falls from my eyes.
Abandoning my sins and bathing in the holy water of five dollars has come out cheaper. Then being able to say that it will be the last message I splurge on you.
I am looking for a map of a new land where to live so that there is no trace of the way you laughed and looked into the void knowing that the control was yours.
Admitting my mistakes and apologising is rocks in my throat.
And baby, I have water in my lungs, that is the last drink we drank and yet it is preferable than to repeat your name once more.
T.A.
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