I watch you,
Inhaling that final drag off of your last cigarette.
Trying to make it last because you know you won't have any for a week.
You were never good at bumming cigarette's off of people.
So when no one would give you one, you'd drink.
I'd sit in the corner of your room, watching you swig another corona.
You'd always pick up your empty cigarette boxes, never understood why you
didn't throw them out, and you'd inhale their scent.
Then you'd ask me for one, but you knew I didn't smoke.
And you always said I would, so when you ran out, I could give you one.
But you stopped.

You'd role joints at the most awkward times.
You'd role them as soon as the news came on, then you'd light it up, and
you'd take three hits, then you'd pass it to me.
Getting high was what kept us coming back for more.
It was what held us together; It was the reason we stayed together.
It was the reason we kept coming back to each other.
But coming back became routine.
We needed each other.
I was the lighter that lit you up so you could burn, I was the smoke you
inhaled.
You were my thoughts, the ones that made me think too much.
You knew me too well.
I never liked that.
You'd always pick out my mistakes.
And you'd always tell me how to change them.
I hated you for that.
But I started to do the same to you.
Then we stopped.
You hated me.
But I didn't care.
I didn't have to see you.
Avoidance was the best conclusion for a broken-heart.
But my broken-heart pieced itself back together when I met her.
She was the brightest star shining that night.
I watched her as she took a drag off the joint in between her fingertips.
She was so beautiful.
Her hair was thrown up.
And she had on jeans with a tear across the knee, along with a black
sweatshirt.
She had glowing eyes.
They lit up in the darkness.
They were a vibrating yellow.
So mesmerizing.
I followed her until 1am.
She didn't seem to mind.
She was intriguing.
We began to talk.
Phone calls lasted for hours.
And we talked everyday.
Then one night over the phone she spoke so softly those words; I love you.
And my whole body went numb.
Blood rushed through my veins, like a thousand bees swarming from their
nest.
She stole my heart so easily.
And she still has it.
Proving me wrong.
 
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