I Shouldn’t Smoke On My Bed And You Shouldn’t Read This

i shouldn’t smoke on my bed and you’re not supposed to pick up pieces of broken glass

but here i am lying on your chest like a puzzle,

cutting your hands every time you try to put me back together with the stories that take ages before i decide to tell you.

don’t believe what you see. i’m not playing with fire. i’m a little flame coming from a dark place.

know that when you hear the laughter, it is the cry. trust that when you taste the bitter, it is the sweet.

and i don’t expect you to understand everything. this is what i am.

closed. opened. closed.

it hurts to tell you because i feel pathetic. self-pity gets a girl cigarettes but it never takes her far from the bed. i shouldn’t smoke on my bed and you’re not supposed to pick up pieces of broken glass.

Kristina Taylor is a poet, mother and significant other. She loves to read on sexuality and self-awareness, and make self-love a daily habit.


Next to Floral Moans which is purely erotic poetry, I’m writing my very first heartbreak album called I Shouldn’t Smoke On My Bed and Other Poems. Just writing.

—Kristina Taylor

Floral Moans will be in print when the time comes. For now, grab it here http://wildwomanwriting.book while it’s available in ebook format.

Thank you for reading my work. It is a pleasure to share my art with you.

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