Quit Me When I'M Done Poem by Cynnd Rose

without you my life is meaning less
meaning something nonetheless

this kisses I shared could have been better with any other man
but they landed on you instead
for tonight, the kisses i cant stop writing about
maybe by writing i will steal the burning that yearns for your love


all my hope settled in the rain falling individually from the sky...

though i don't know for sure, someone once said:

'there will always be ciggarette's and bad brakes
but hope,
that small privilege you give yourself
of ignoring doubt,
once it is ultimately denied
that!
will be what kills you.'