home/bad habits
11/22/2006 04:48 a.m.
home;
the smell of my bedroom
familiar, comforting
but stirring
the past within me

the dried flowers on the
corner of the shelf collecting dust,
the left side of my bed
where he used to sleep,
the bathroom floor where he
sat and kissed every inch of me

i do not normally think of him
i do not normally miss him
but being home,
it is inevitable

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he has me
drinking coffee
smoking cigarettes
polluting my body with
all sorts of bad habits

but the most toxic
of these addictions
is not the
caffeine or nicotine,
but the boy that
feeds them to me