i’d let you destroy me over and over again if it meant you would stay
i always wanted to ask if i may take your hand
take you to the world of my imagination
show you all my fears and my frustrations
thought about it so much that i almost forgot to mention
how much you meant to me.
i miss our smoke sessions
and your touch,
even though i never got the opportunity to tell you much of it,
it was the only thing keeping me going.
you keep telling me to get over it and such,
and you stopped smoking kush,
your mental health also got better,
we both have our opinions,
yours change like the weather,
maybe we existed just to get a lesson,
but i guess it doesn’t matter.
our time together was a divine gift,
a sacred blessing,
i guess good things don’t last,
but you’re the only thing i’m missing.