Pretty girls don’t light their own cigarettes

I can feel my lungs collapsing with every shallow breath and I can’t decide if it’s the holes left behind, from cigarette smoke burns, Or the pieces of me that followed behind you. It’s 1:05 now and as much as I keep trying to warp the truth, the minutes tick on leaving me stranded in seconds of long lost times. And I know cigarette fills … Continue reading Pretty girls don’t light their own cigarettes