A Song for Him

 

 

He smelled like an Amy song

coupled with shots of bourbon

undistinguishable passion

I think I might love him like one

 

I think I may have loved him

with his tongue tinged in smoke

and with his eyes lidded from poison

he was no good for me

 

He was the one for me

I could have tasted soot all day

marveled in toxicity forever

I could have made a song for him

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