Give me a break

RSS

By student

I inhale the smoke, and it settles in my chest. My clothes are on the floor, and my hair's a mess. I should've listened when they said, "don't settle for less". Because now I'm stuck with you, and I need a fucking rest.

This poem has no votes yet.

To vote, you must be logged in.

To leave comments, you must be logged in.

No comments yet.