If it seems that i look away, strain to focus on anything but you, it is because i do.
If it seems that i am hardened, that i have turned into wood and that wood is splintered it is because i have.
Birds have pecked their way into my skin to eat the worms that crawl inside my heart.
It creates the illusion of love.
However my heart is now just a mound of pulp.

sometimes i try to quit smoking, other times i smoke more because it feels lovely.
Do cough when i take my drags?