carbon monoxide

little something about the demons from my past. enjoy xx

you told me you hoped I crashed that we became nothing more than scrap metal , mangled bodies thrown across the asphalt and in the same breath asked for a kiss goodnight and apologize for speaking up. i didn't start smoking until i needed my hands to stop shaking and to find another way to distract myself after you took away every last damn remnant of oxygen in my system. i didn't question my last few decisions until i heard your voice cascading into the back of my skull, as if your lips were pressed into my skin, reminding me of how i shouldn't test you. now every time my voice gets choked up and he doesn't understand why i shake randomly or the nightmares that leave me in a cold sweat. i didn't start to realize how toxic you were until i noticed how your imprint left flames licking at my ribcage instead of kisses on my neck