You don't have time for tears.
You're not a crybaby.
Just kiss his lips.
They taste like beer.
Let him hold your hips.
You've been in it for years.
Too late to leave.
You're already attached.
So, you might get drunk off his scent.
A little alcohol can act as a patch.
Go ahead, inhale his secondhand smoke.
Let it into your lungs.
A little nicotine can fix what broke.
That's why you let the end dance on his tongue.
You look into his eyes, closely.
He doesn't notice yours are dull.
His are too clouded to see clearly.
His expression is null.
You smile, but it's so weak.
Just keep your false Serenity.