#ripped jacket

sketch commission for caw-

You are kind and warm just like that lighter i keep in my jacket with my notebook and dry flowers that i gripped when i was outside. You can fire me when i burn out, or when there’s a deathly cold breeze and even that hot coffee we drank before tastes like bleach. When my cigarette is dimmed your soft flame appears and revives it with a smoth kiss your hands around my mouth like hiding a secret, taking care of such a precious treasure. Today i’ve decided to put my ripped jacket on and i’ve tried to find you in the same pocket as always but i only could find a gap between the fingers and my ribs. There was just some broken dry flowers of the last spring. Now i can’t light my cigarette.

Handsome.

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