Sweet Nothings

sweet nothings whispered high
are indeed 
nothing.

how easily to constantly
commit to
leaving.

staying would mean learning
how to
love.

instead, burn the foil one more time
inhale the 
comfort.

when the smoke isn't enough to
stop the
pain.

take the needle, stick it
in your 
vein.

'but I'm functioning'
for now
barely.

no need to say 'good-bye' - you
were never
staying.

-L.J. Siewerth



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