This cigarette
is my last drink
under just one
more
exploding sky.
I jumped ship
to a sinking town;
I thought you
among the wreck
misplaced.
It suits you well now.
I skipped town
to a sinking ship –
it’s saddening
it’s maddening
it’s cursed;
betrayal filtrated
over crying ice
for me to swallow whole.
Don’t lose the chocolate
from your charm;
you’re no daisy, darling,
I was once your huckleberry.
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