Midnight fighters

I've ruined us

Cigarettes gone 

on the front porch

Familiar taste of ashes and salty sorrow,

Cliche poetry composed,

Haunting thoughts

Stripping down, locking doors

Lying naked on bathroom floors

Nostalgia serves me well

Crimson secrets on stainless steel

Contrasts so well with yellow silk

Mascara tears run down trembling chins

I hate what I've become

Nicotine fixes the worst of things,

Drink away what's left

Coffee left brewing all night

Insomnia never hid itself

The End

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