«You,
are so goddamn beautiful
it keeps me awake at night
when i cant sleep
I dwell on things, cycles
I need cigarettes because they smell like my uncle
and remind me of my grandfather
I need you for desperation, need some shape of you to write
nicotine helps me clear my head to write
smoking weed helps open my mind
and for sure nothing makes me smoke more of anything than a woman
cycles
can they ever lead to anywhere
or intersect
or are they just circles
of self loathing and death»
