T.B.

The way you kiss a cigarette,
Caress the filter gently
Between sarcastic and cursed lips,
Smile like a knife edge,
You are as intoxicating as
The smoke you blow in waves,
Blue eyes shine in shades of innocence,
Black hair, a devilish crown of thorns,
You're a contrast, a living oxymoron,
A look of isolation and self-hate
Set deep within your soul,
Overshadowed by a facsimile of
Arrogance, hate and control,
No one loves you,
Beautiful, but ruined and scarred,
Detestable yet wonderful as you are;
Least of all yourself.