n i c o t i n e

Today, you left a mark on me.

I had to wear shirts with longer sleeves so that people wouldn't see.

I'm not usually this vulnerable, I don't know what's the matter.

But when you pull me close, I always find my answer.

Our kisses can be compared to earthquakes and cyclones; an unstoppable natural disaster.

Dear father, please forgive me for craving his touch.

He's starting to inflict pain, but I can't seem to get enough.