Ashes on My Tongue

You left your sweater on my chair. Still smells like midnight and cheap

wine. I fold the sleeves like I fold back tears. You text my

phone, I just watch you lie. Every word you say cuts in

a familiar way. You say you changed, uh, but you taste

the same. Got your ashes on my tongue. Every kiss just burns me now.

I keep swallowing it, your ghost, till I choke on what I

want most. You keep pulling, I come undone. I'm addicted to the damage that

you've done. Got your ashes on my tongue, and I still, I still want