EmpurpleThePanda

Was it worth it? Trading the taste of cinnamon on your lips To smell like cigarettes and a painful hangover. Was life so cruel to your perfectly skewed smile, That you had to swallow a bottle of brandy Every night at 9 pm To hear yourself laugh again? How could I have not noticed The tremor in your right hand Every time you held a pen? Was I so blind for the love you had for me to see That my love was destroying you? 'I am yours.'  You whispered when you still had Petrichor surrounding you. I inhaled your scent like oxygen, All the while I suffocated you like sulfur. You gave me your heart on a plate, And I was the last pill that took you