We sit in his room,
it's painted bright
with tye dye
and clownly faces.
He used to be a pot head.
He tells me
being high was
a coloful time.
But it wasn't worth
the black and white
of reality.
So he quit.
He tells me he wants
my boyfriend and me
to get back together.
I admit the same,
but the black and white
or reality
is too much for the
colorful high
I'm in when I'm in a
relationship.
So I quit.
 
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