I am myself

for better or for worse.

My eyes are my own

they've seen what I've seen.

My hair, scented with cigarettes and expensive shampoo

The grey has started to settle in.

Oddly familiar characteristics we may share;

although we've seen different things
our eyes look the same.

our hair, perfumed by the same stresses

Both having beared the burden of thinking to exhaustion

a plague and a gift, to think of him

I am like you,

somehow.

the most lovely reverie:

you, that delicate voice.

body, gleaming with the perspired idea of what love is

mind, elsewhere
I think I'll join you

invariably trapped in your eyes

we could **** all day, leaving nothing on but an apprehensive guilt

that the other will leave once it's over.

boundless.
the sense of gratitude when the sun comes down.
No longer can the birds look down on me
16,
roughly the amount of times in the day I think of running away from all of this.
Down from 27
its progress.

so much to do at night,
coming to heart-rending conclusions about mortality.
how many hours have been spent worrying
the life I could have saved, so caught up in my engrossed state of mind

maybe happiness would have gone neglected if life had always been easy

that's what I tell myself anyways.

To have my moment with you,
                       Press your warm body to mine
                       Your ******* get hard while we kiss

                       I watch you smile
                       while your hair drapes over your eyes.
                       I work my hand towards you
                       The goosebumps on your skin tell me you're nervous.

                      You know what you want this time around,
                       Fervently help my fingers inside of you
                       For this moment, you consume yourself in me
                          
                        I slide into you, now it's me that smiles
                       You toss your head back slightly, deep breaths
                       My five fingers wrap beneath your jaw,
                       You hold both hands on my arm as we expect
                        the inevitable release.
        
                       we look into each other
                       knowing that for this moment, we made the right
                       choice.

I'm not addicted to smoking I'm addicted to over thinking

the cigarettes just help