"My hair sucks.. AND MY SISTER STOLE MY FRIGGIN' POP TARTS!!"


"Hey"
"..."
"Don't look at me like that"
"..."
"Don't judge me.."
"..."
"You kill other living things!"
"..."
"At least all I'm doing is killing myself" *flicks cigarette*
"Meow."



My breath is separating from the smoke..
I remember the time your breath was mine intertwined with cigarette toxins.
A sign, I should have known.
I look into the distance.
I don't mind the fog. It's a reminder.

My cigarette is the fiery end of our damp relationship.



I make my exit.
Calm, secretive and quiet.
No one knows but me, and I'm there.
Alone physically, but I know you're there.. You linger everywhere I go now.
Unforgettable.
Blow my sins out my mouth and watch them disappear into the air and dance with the stars and moon.
Are you near?
Can you smell me?
Do I linger?

Taste the rain. Does it taste like me?

Let's share our sins.



Sweet words slowly vanish into the air...
Absorbing with them goes hormones, racing breaths and cigarette smoke.
We take our time, allowing ourselves to enjoy the short time together, and finding out what makes each other tick...
Bruises form on my neck from passion and silent exploration on the couch.
Whisper to me again and I'll fall completely... So I silently wish you would say nothing more.
I wish you could read my thoughts..
I'm down and out and all around... So cover me with yourself and take me while I carefully die and let myself go.
Don't hurt me now, and please don't let me go..

And here I am.