Ziska Leigh


I’ll smoke my cigarette, now that you’re not around
In hopes that it’ll kill me sooner than thoughts of you will
I’ll jump in the deep end, with weights tied to my feet
To stop from drowning in sorrow
I’ll turn off all the lights
So I don’t have to sit in your shadow
I’ll hold my breath
So as not to suffocate in the smell you left on my sheets

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