Geoffrey Ramaud

- Summer spurs -

- i quit -

Smoke, I loved you, but you restrained me to be without you, as a toxic love, a parasite feeling of freedom, a sens of existence, a paradox that needed to be solved.

You’ve been a meditative friend, easy to find and hard to hide from, an old nostalgic smell, and a seductive argument, as a private space time of knowledge, rest, and oblivion.

You’re now what I’ve been to you all long, a tool, that just used to exist through me, that sticked to me as a reason to forget my own need, problems and self, for yours..

A misbelief of presence, to avoid the truth of yours.
An illusion of passion that you faked, spoken through the smoke of you.. as a love language, serenaded narrative, a divine explanation of everything, laying in the air as justice, truth, and faith.

The hypnosis of a smiling that you weren’t, the staring eyes that you haven’t, the racing heart that you slowly killed for your own reasons..

You were the poison of love, a demon that had to go.

Done 👋

- 🌞 -

- jump in -

A narrative story

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The mother .greene

- Christina aka Sisi -