I grab a cigarette and as soon as I light it up, it burns out almost every depressing thought of you, your stubbornness and your none-******-up-ness. My stubbornness and ******-up-ness.
Your lazy eyebrows look with the deadly sad eyes, and my nonresistance to grab your face and kiss you like it's goodbye.
You're still in my head, messing it up.
Odd keeps reminding me that it's you I love, and I keep reminding him that no matter how much love grew with us, it'll never work.
I won't feel so bad about it now because I know we almost did the best we could, well at least I know I did.
I love you still, I love you always
Hopefully not.