moist cigarette

got my arms wrapped around
another chance got denied by
the door decided your balcony
was my new blank canvas but
alas you were showing your
true self to someone else alas
you were only being polite
alas i'm an ass for thinking so
clearly stretching clearly
rivaled in monstrous clarity
only by the lake formed by
our moon's tears return
to casual form cease fires
are just creases in the
static how long they last
is a matter mostly of lies