We sit on your floor
smoking our blunts
regret fills our lips, our tongues,
our throats, our minds

I take a sip of grey goose
and cry
because we are opposites meant to collide
but I swear to god that's how they make stars
your burning embrace like a wildfire
destructive

you are like dope to me
you give me such a lovely high
but when you leave
I have the worst come down
I hate that you made me this way
that you made me dependent on your existence.
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